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Sorry, the knife just slipped,

I didn't mean to cut my wrists.

I was just thinking of all the bad things that happened to me.

The things that made me sad,

And the things that made me angry.



I didn't mean to take my life,

With this cold, sharp, steel knife.

Memories of everything gone wrong,

Is what brought this all along.

Warm is the blood that trickles down,

Making puddles on the ground.



I wake up,

It's just a dream.

But dreams become reality.

There's a knife beside my bed,

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Hidden in a corner,

Everything is dark.

I see the world around me,

But never taking part.



My friends just overlook it,

I don't think they can see,

The thing inside,

That is killing me.



It tears at my heart and soul,

Eating me alive.

Sometimes I'm just wishing,

That I could just die.



I want someone to notice,

See that I am there.

To hold me close and tell me,

That they really care.



Everyone's so wrapped up in their life,

That all they see is their own.

I want them to see… Continue

Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied… Continue

I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.

My doctor calls it depression,
my dad says it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.

Some say I'm psycho,
some say I'm just weird.
It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just disappeared.

I get really edgy,
I want to commit suicide real bad.
Then I get a headache,
followed by feeling sad.

this is my depreshion,
I hope you understand.

Rember me as you pass by
for as you are so once was I
as I am now you soon shall be
so prepair for death and think of me

there are two parts of death sad or happy but eather way you will still die i've seen it happen many times and each time its the same. Your stairing over someone you knew and sometimes you think that there not dead. That maby just maby there going to jump up and say "GOT YA!!! IM JUST KIDING IM OK!!" but they don't they just lay there looking depresed and hurt. But I know bet… Continue