*Princezz*
11-06-2004, 07:14 PM
Depression, is more then an illness
It's a state of mind
It's like a fog that never lifts
It clogs your brain and
Enables you to think clear
Most of the time you wish to be alone
SO you can sit staring out the window and cry
You wonder how you sunk this low
You wonder why your still here
And you hope for the end
Why wait to die of natural causes
When you can cut decades off the clock
There is nothing left for you here
So you raise the razor to your wrist
And slice
A red river runs from your arm
Uncontrollable amounts of blood
The pain feels so good
You know that’s wrong
But you can't stop now
You slice again and again
More and more blood seeps through
Your arm is stinging
And your head is spinning
You have to sit down
Look at what you've become
Weren't you once happy
Maybe, but you can't remember
You feel dizzy
Darkness engulfs you
It becomes more dark
And blood keeps seething from your arms
Your week, but this is too slow
You want to leave and quick
So you push the razor harder and further into you
Your eyes droop closed
You slump backwards
Unable to support yourself any further
Your blood has stained the white bathroom tiles
And you smile, for real, for the first time in ages
As you slip away
You hear beeping and people talking
Where are you
Your head is pounding
You open your eyes slowly and look around
There’s tubes running in and out of you
And your surrounded by machines
Everything around you is white
Are you in heaven
No it can't be
You see your mum, your dad
Your little brother and sister
And they're all crying for you
They care about you
They didn't want you to die
But you did
And this is part of it
You never get what you want
But they silently approach you
With blood shot eyes from crying
It's okay they say
We'll be here for you now
But you don't need them now
You needed them two years ago
When you we're sexually abused, when all this started
It'll be better now they say
As they embrace you in a hug
We'll get you help they say
And all this will be better
Inside you scream
Two months later you still let the blood flow
Because therapy and medicine doesn't help
You fake smile and you no longer cry
You let your wrists do that
Because it's the only way you can escape
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It's a state of mind
It's like a fog that never lifts
It clogs your brain and
Enables you to think clear
Most of the time you wish to be alone
SO you can sit staring out the window and cry
You wonder how you sunk this low
You wonder why your still here
And you hope for the end
Why wait to die of natural causes
When you can cut decades off the clock
There is nothing left for you here
So you raise the razor to your wrist
And slice
A red river runs from your arm
Uncontrollable amounts of blood
The pain feels so good
You know that’s wrong
But you can't stop now
You slice again and again
More and more blood seeps through
Your arm is stinging
And your head is spinning
You have to sit down
Look at what you've become
Weren't you once happy
Maybe, but you can't remember
You feel dizzy
Darkness engulfs you
It becomes more dark
And blood keeps seething from your arms
Your week, but this is too slow
You want to leave and quick
So you push the razor harder and further into you
Your eyes droop closed
You slump backwards
Unable to support yourself any further
Your blood has stained the white bathroom tiles
And you smile, for real, for the first time in ages
As you slip away
You hear beeping and people talking
Where are you
Your head is pounding
You open your eyes slowly and look around
There’s tubes running in and out of you
And your surrounded by machines
Everything around you is white
Are you in heaven
No it can't be
You see your mum, your dad
Your little brother and sister
And they're all crying for you
They care about you
They didn't want you to die
But you did
And this is part of it
You never get what you want
But they silently approach you
With blood shot eyes from crying
It's okay they say
We'll be here for you now
But you don't need them now
You needed them two years ago
When you we're sexually abused, when all this started
It'll be better now they say
As they embrace you in a hug
We'll get you help they say
And all this will be better
Inside you scream
Two months later you still let the blood flow
Because therapy and medicine doesn't help
You fake smile and you no longer cry
You let your wrists do that
Because it's the only way you can escape
© Under the Copy Right Law. Don't steal!