31 March, 2010

help me

Turquoise spearman

I”m cold
Chills run down my spine
I feel my heart start to hurt and the tears begin to fall
I feel so much worry
I feel like I can”t breathe
If I could just find the strength
to put the blade in my arm a little deeper
I could see myself bleed
When the anger comes I always threaten to leave
Walk out that door and you will never again see me
Help me, I”m lost
Help me, I”m scared
Help me please
Before I end up dead

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