& no I don't have any scars on my wrists
but it fits in well with this.
Praying to curl up & die.
D rowning in a tidal sea
E ncased in black darkness
P raying to just curl up and die
R ipping scared wrists with a knife
E ngulfing saddness numbing the mind
S lowly slipping away
S liding deeper into the Black Dogs mouth
I ntruding eyes that don't understand
O pening veins waiting for death to claim
N o longer happy and wanting to live life.
DEPRESSION!
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2006-02-27 at 09:46
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