the cuts are deep. white blankets, soaking wet in scarlet liquid. you can not put a band aid on a river, my love. it will not stop the flowing. although you never did try to cease my tears, you never did try to stop the blood.
if only when i turned to the left i didn't see an empty room. if someone would only stop me from running through pointless days and tripping through meaningless nights. if someone would just give me something, anything, anyone.
desperation & depression are falling down an empty pit, a bottomless hole that leads to... and they are taking me with them.
written on 2003-06-01 at 7:15 p.m.
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