by Jackie Dec 30, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
You say you understand and want me to stop cutting but i can't it is addicting, you want me to promise to stop but promises are like rules they are made to be broken as i sit here with the razor blade to my wrist i just think to my self only if you could understand, you see wat i go through but that isn't enough you need to live it ... so get a blade sit and cry slit your wrist till you die |