by Danielle Jan 4, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
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In my room...with the door locked..and the curtains are close, i kept thinking of how could things have gotten this bad...i slowly begin to stick my head through the hole of the rope while my mind is repeating everything that has happened in the past..it gets to a point where i just kick the box from under my feet...so as i am there hanging.. my eyes slowly close..and the rest is a blur. |