Thursday, October 05, 2006
when i slited my wrist.what i though of was you.
and those things that happened in the past.
those happiest and painful memories.
engraved deep in my mind.
i kept a special place.
to store all those precious memories.
and tried my best to filter off the painful ones.
but it seems that.
they just flashed through my mind every now and then.
and i am constantly reminded of them.
save me. im tired.