Being an addict of the deathily high,
I feel like I haveto do it just to get by.
When in fact I'm more depressed.
(But it feels so good)
I walk in an empty room,
shut the door.
I take the sharp object, ( I tell myself; dig in deep.)
Clang! My heart beats faster and faster, I look down, the scarlet red is rushing down my hand.
Suddenly my eyes close.
I wake up,
There you are kneeling down tending to the injury.
I look at you as you get up, I saw your tear stained face.
You just ask why and walk away.
The next day,
I get rid of all these objects that remind me of that stained face.
I never want to see you cry again.
i thank you for scaring me away from...
| i like how you wrote his, well done. i hope all goes well.||| Posted on 2007-11-21 00:00:00 | by Nessyjane | [ Reply to This ] || it was really good, my one complaint is that you're very straight and direct (which I like alot). however, some of the style doesn't quite seem to fit in with the directness. Some allusions are made, when the piece may be more powerful if you just said the story straight forward.||| Posted on 2007-04-08 00:00:00 | by Ygi | [ Reply to This ] || a much better ending. i know it's a struggle.||| Posted on 2007-04-02 00:00:00 | by in shadow | [ Reply to This ] || this is really good hun and its perfect for part two i love it so much||| Posted on 2007-04-02 00:00:00 | by truthbetold | [ Reply to This ] |