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by Laura Nov 7, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'm on the bathroom floor, My wrists bleeding from the Cuts my blade creates, Tears flood my vision... From the depths of My broken heart, Aside from my shattering pain, I feel nothing but self-hatred... As i make my cuts deeper In the bloody flesh of my wrists, There comes a loud knocking On the bathroom door... I hear panicked voices outside The barricaded bathroom, I try to block the screaming out of Those on the other side of the door... I see nothing but darkness, As if it were night, I feel the tightly bound Bandages around my wounds... Days have passed by, I've taken to locking Myself in my room, Everyone is wary... Sometimes i'm the Happiest person alive, Nothing seems to Bring me down... With the good comes the bad, I have days that only seem to Reflect the destruction of My very on veins... One dy someone Will come along, They'll save me from ending my miserable life... someone is bound to Deem my life worthy of Living in this world, But i doubt it...