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Sometimes, I feel, as though I should slit my wrists, and lap the cold, red blood, and slowly wait before I die. But suddenly, someone stops me, before I can pick up the knife. It was you. Even though you wern't there all the time, you were. Most of the time, though, I was depressed, and didn't see that you cared. All that I saw, was the Devil. He was telling me, to do it. And just when I was, you came and stoped me. Even though the outside of me doesn't show it, on the inside, you don't know how much I really want to care. I thank you. You have been like, a guardian angel to me over the past years. Once again, thank you. I feel, like if you wern't here, watching over me, I would be dead by now, and then I wouldn't be here, writing this, as I lay now, in my bed, thinking of how everybody would have delt with the fact, that I took my own life. sad
 xXx_Onii-san_xXx · Sat Jul 16, 2005 @ 10:20pm · 4 Comments |
