Not knowing what to do

by Jessica   Jul 28, 2005


Tear stained cheeks.
Blood stained hands
Big red eyes.
Unknown plans.
Cut up wrists from razor blades.
The screams and yells of a painful stage.
The un thought plans of things to do.
The times i have cried because of you.
The scars of times when i was hurt.
The pills the drugs, the alcohol.
And all the time they made me fall.

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