The past

by deadman   Mar 28, 2006


I slit my wrist
and my past just laughed
i punched walls
and only mine crashed
i cussed in anger
just to her them eco
i cried at night
only to be held by my pillow
i wanted to die
only leting out sighes
i wanted to give up
but it wasnt my time
now i realize
thats just part of life
you cant just give up
when the world wants fight

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