November 2, 2010
By Anonymous

It's a feeling I know well
Staring into space, I've realized
My lifes' a living hell
Tears roll down my face
As the blood flows out my wrists'
The pain's my only friend
Having real friends' is something I miss
Failing to find
What was never found
Losing myself
'Cause I refuse to be bound
To all the supid rules
Of todays' "New World"
Deep down inside
I'm still just a little girl

This is a cry for help
Help me love again
'Cause at this moment now
I couldn't care less if I go to hell or heaven
As long as I'm dead
That's what matters to me
But, I don't want it to be this way
I want people to actually care when I leave
I want to make a name for myself
Before I'm finally deceased
If I learn to love
My chances may be increased

The author's comments:
I went through hard time before.
I'm much better now, but this is something I wrote back then.

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