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Every day it's getting harder to breath, I'm never happy, I'm always alone even if I'm in a room filled with people. Just can't take it anymore, I was thinking about killing myself but I'm not sure. I know for sure now that I can not do things on my own, I'm like a puppet to every one. Anything they want from or for me, they get it their way.
Sitting in my room, crouched down against a wall. I wait and wait for the tears to fall, but they don't. Because I no longer cry over the pain, that is adhered to me .
 Poetic_Indulgence · Fri Jan 25, 2008 @ 01:20am · 0 Comments |
