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by Casey Dillard Feb 7, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
To hell with all my feelings, like anyone gives a s--- don't even try to act like you care cause you don't, not a single bit if it wasn't for these locks and bindings, holding me in my life i would toss myself into peril and end this all tonight but f--- all that I'm too driven to quit yet I'm still too broken and i feel i can't be fixed so, in due time, you will all see the real me the side of me so f---ed up i don't ever want to be and the window in this darkened room is just a mockery of I no light is given from this hole, and all hope for me has died I've given a nickname to this window, it's called "the eye of God" and just like the light from the window, this life is just a fraud full of fake people, and faker emotions empty of love, and more false devotions so now i will just sit here, staring out the window seal quietly holding anger inside, just to have something to feel