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by Erin Jun 24, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I am alone Dropped my books, nobody budged Fell down the stairs, nobody cared Running home, salty tears fogging the way Sitting on the mattress Reminders of my past Open the tin case Silky, smooth blades, so tempting Over-whelming metallic smell fills the air Shiny razors slipping sweetly into soft skin A scream of terror when I’m found Dead I am alone