Drip, Drip, Drip.

by Madison   Jan 10, 2006

Drip, Drip, Drip.

They fall uncontrollably,
these tears in which you cry.
The answer lies beneath the surface my dear,
which holds the question, Why?

Why suffer the nights alone,
in your dark, locked room?
Hiding your face from everyone,
digging yourself deeper in this endless pit of doom.

Why torment your skin,
with cuts caused by shape blades?
Why drink your deadly poison,
soon on the floor you lay.

Why not get help,
help break free of this disease.
Why not learn to love life,
change it before it leaves.


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