by marie Feb 27, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Why are you making me do this? i have a razorblade permenatly attached to my hand now. everytime you speak i do it, everytime you breath i do it, everytime you think about me i do it, everytime i think of you i do it, you tell me to stop but you make me do it. you say its bad but you tell me to do it, the only way i can stop is if you walk out of my life forever. |