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by Kristie Jun 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Every day I prayed, This was the end of my life, That is what I said, When I took the knife, I pushed it down into my wrist, The pain was more then I had wished, It hurt so bad I had to stop, The blood fell like one big raindrop, Now when I’m mad, Or when I‘m sad, I always remember that knife, The thing that I had almost take my life, ~plz rate~