by country girl Mar 10, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Id try to be nice to you if you weren't such a jerk. you ask me what my problem is, but all you do is hurt. you sit there and drink right in front of me as if I'm blind. you don't know the burden i hide because of what is happening inside my heart this very moment. you yell at me when i cry, because you don't know what its about, but all i want to do is cry. let it all out in my tears along with my fears. |