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by IWroteYouAPoemOnMyWrist May 19, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Soon it all will slowly come down to its end i wont have to wait for my torn heart to mend I'm sick of picturing myself dying I'm opening the door to the end i hope that door leads to good things i will never worry about anything again i hope death is better I'm not afraid to die I'm sick of all the crimson cries and all the painful liesI'm not doing this because of you I'm doing it for the best of me i just cant stand hiding anymore now everyone can see I'm so sorry this has to happen its just i cant go on anymore its not anyones fault I'm the only one I'm doing this for i just want to see what death will feel like i want to see if it doesn't hurt like my pain filled lifetheres no one out there who can help this I'm sorry i have to leave things are getting harder i feel suffocated and its hard to breath i am already dead on the inside crushed broken torn and depressed I'm living life a lie from everything i haven't confessedi no you all new this was going to happen sometime you could see it in my eyes I'm going to miss you all i love you and good bye