| Current mood: |  depressed |
| Current music: | my confession x otep |
eh
when i see her, her face is always down
almost like she is digging herself to misery
ive come to notice
each breath is shorter
slower
you can hear under the muffled sound of her pain
she is crying help
but no one will notice
no one will care
with the image of her dead
running through her lost mind
she brings the razor to her flesh
why stay in a world were each day is more and more lonley
when each day is more and more intolerable
she wants to be happy
the one thing that is always out of reach
the one way to be is only in her hand
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 | is that a poem? 
(Anonymous)
2003-05-29 18:43
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is that a poem or a song? cause...i read the other comment and it sed beautiful work so...im confused
if thats a poem u wrote thats sad =-(
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