Too far away from happiness, to actually know it exists. I've got nothing better to do, than make slits on my wrists.
I live in this black hole, left alone on this Earth. Confused on my feelings, I'm not sure what life's worth.
I've got no friends to turn to, no one that will really care. I have no friend that I will know, that will always be there.
I was looking at the light, as the sun was starting to set. This depressing feeling comes over me, I think of things that I meant to forget.
Where are all my friends, in this time of need? What's wrong with me, as I watch myself bleed.
I wish I could trust them, and share what I feel. Something holds me back, I don't know what's real.
I get all moody, and want to be alone. But inside it's not what I want, I want some one to talk with on the phone.
I don't mean to push myself away, but somehow I always do. All I need is some one real to talk with, and my problems will be through.
--IcyFire **4/6/02
BTW, I don't really hurt myself. "wrists" was what rhymed! lol You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 10534 ( Click here )
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