Cutting You Out, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled 

Cutting you out,
cutting my veins.
A living corpse now,
floating through
useless hours,
empty days.
I miss you
every day,
I miss you.
I wish I could
hate you
for destroying me.
I wish I could
hate you
for leaving me
with a diagnosis
of severe depression.
But all I can do
is love you,
think of you
and regret
that there wasn't
another way.
Posted: 2010-04-29 22:59:41 UTC
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2010-05-18 12:43:34Convalescence
the sad part is when no one will bother to notice. You cry out for help from someone... and then you find out that they can't help you... you have to help yourself. That's what makes it worst. I'm here if you need to talk... even if you don't really know me, sometimes it helps.