Friday, April 15, 2005
Here I am again
sitting on my bed
Rock music blaring from my stero
I'm not daring
I'm gonna do it
without caring what everyone else thinks
My shrink
doesn't help
drinking doesn't help
But
Cutting does
This time I'm not cutting my wrists
and I won't ever again
This time and for now on
It shall be my legs
It's not a crime
It feels fine
I'm gonna lie
I'm gonna throw away the pills
no more shall I cry
and suffer
and fight myself not to cut
no more prescription bottles on my shelf
Is this an addiction...
It might be....
but I sall no longer get dentions
So if I get depressed
out comes my knife
This keeps me alive
This helps me survive
Through the days
and no one will stop me
my depression will flee
This is what I need.....
My friend started freakin out because she said that The job that I'll start working at on Wensday (woot woot) see's my cuts that they will fire me! I was just like 'WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE!?" So I talked to my other friend about it. I thought she had stopped cutting but she didn't she just started cutting her legs instead where no one can see the scars. SO now I'm gonna start that. I cut to take pain away so don't take it the wrong way.
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Cutting Away Depression
Your Bloody Valentine- FreakOnALeash @ Friday, April 15, 2005 03:07 pm
