Tuesday, Apr. 29, 2003
leave
Tears are falling from my cheeks, fresh cuts have been made. "He is leaving again on Tuesday, he is leaving again on Tuesday" are the only words that come from my mouth as I sit here, shaking, pushing the razor deeper into my skin. My heart has been ripped apart and you can't even tell me you're sorry? I can see now how much I mean to you. I am begining to fight back, maybe this is a start of stopping.
amber163 at 3:47 p.m.