Depression

Hard - In this state of depression. I try to clear my mind...
In this state of depression. I try to clear my mind
Sanity is barely visible, common sense is hard to find
I look at the shiny blade, stained by all my tears
Thinking about life, how this would end all fears
I press the blade upon my wrist, through tearful eyes, I watch the blood pour out
My mother heard my shout, she ran up and cried
"It’s better this way", I said but when the medics got there I was dead.

By louise reddish
Published: 4/13/2005
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