Chelsymc

Kill me, Kill me, Just take away this pain, I've felt for so long, A kiss from a knife, Sharp against my wrists, My last sight is red, Red shineing in the night, Glistening in the moon's light, One last breath and I've fallen, Fallen into death, The enternal sleep where one cannot weep, Weep for the pain I've felt, that is gone now, Gone forever like me, In a coffin, I was not buried alive, With that knife I took away my life, Never to breathe, see, or hear pain again, I've put myself in an enternal sleep, Called Death.

I was 12 and it was 1935, life was hard at the time. We had no money and could barely afford food and clothing. You could see more and more people homeless and living on the streets and begging for money every day. Franklin Roosevelt was president at the time and he was also struggling during this hard time to get to economy back together. The Great Depression was caused when the Wall Street Stock Market crashed. It was horrible. Because the economy was bad, everything else was bad. This year they also launched the Social Security Act, a program to ensure income for the elderly, lucky old people I'd say. My brother Andrew and my father Jerry

"Running Away" Running away from this misery Running away from this pain I can't take it anymore I've been shoved out of my own front door There is no place to call my home Nobody to love while I'm alone Living on the streets Wanting to call for help But without a phone there's no communication I'm on my own now In my own seperate world Please God help me Save me before I hurl.

"I feel" What's that salty thing from above? Why's it feel like I am trying to look underwater? Why do I feel like shit? Why? Why? Why am I crying? Why am I feeling like I am? Why? Why? I feel like yelling out, I feel like shouting, I feel like taking my pain and ending it, I feel like being a bitch, I feel like treating you like shit, I feel, I feel When will this end? When will a new start begin? When can I be normal? When can I see the light? When will I not be in a fight? When? When? I feel like yelling out, I feel like shouting, I feel like taking my pain and ending it, I feel like being a bitch, I feel

She's called the outsider The girl who's depressed The girl who owns no dress The girl who has no life The girl who once had a knife But a swirl in her personality She's the one who doesn't dress to impress People say she will have much success She was brought up with less money But her hair looks just like sweet honey She's called the outsider The girl who's depressed The girl who owns no dress The girl who has no life The girl who once had a knife But a swirl in her personality She always was depressed But never drank beer You never could hear her cheer You could always see her tears She was like this for years to come

Things so meaning full in life All scampered away with my will Now all I see is a knife The image giving me chills I want to live I want to be free I want to be happy But how? How can I? How long will it last? Depression, My constant obsession Won't leave Trying to breathe But it comes back back back Back in my dreams Back in my spine Back in my life It's everywhere I go It's everything I see It's the constant yearning to be free It calls for the knife It calls for the blood It wants me to be alone It wants me.. It wants me.. Trying to break away The tears flowing My body swaying The Earth's quaking I