The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime, just wish me better luck next time...

Oct 07, 2004 21:55

Over the past couple of days, the depression that I thought was gone, resurfaced. The pain inside is becoming unbearable. I cannot keep the pain inside any longer. It must manifest itself in some form or another. Razors can't cut deep enough to release the pain. Fire cannot burn it out, I know, I've tried...and failed horribly. I can find only one reason to continue this meaningless existance inside this wasted vessel. The rest of me wishes for immediate death. I apologize to anyone who has tried to help me, your attempts have failed; but I am grateful for your consideration. I also apologize to anyone who I have hurt in the past year, I'm sorry for everything. I wish all of you the best of luck in the years ahead, if these feelings keep boiling up inside I don't think I'll be here much longer. No worrying about me, I should be the last of anyone's worries.

Orgy- Blue Monday
How does it feel to treat me like you do
When you've laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me
How do I feel tell me now
How do I feel

How does it feel?
How should I feel?
Tell me how does it feel?
To treat me like you do

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They'll turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortunes
I'd be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me now
How should I feel
Now I stand here waiting...
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
when your heart grows cold

How does it feel?
How should I feel?
Tell me how does it feel?
To treat me like you do
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