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by Paris Feb 20, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sit in my room and think about what I had How much I loved it and now how everythings bad I had so many friends there was so many that loved me Now there is only hate and hate only for me I use to laugh until it hurt and I'd cry But now it only hurts because I want to die When I didn't think about death cutting didn't make sense to me Now I understand what then I didn't see I know now how hard that pain can be I know now because it's happening to me