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by Eddie May 21, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I walked within the darkest forest Couldn’t see the things that are ahead The journey chosen for me I cannot withstand Bumps and bruises leaving the stains of blood on me Darkest creatures in my path I cannot stand your foul things You hurt me sending waves of sadness towards my way My hope for escape grows wary I grow scared each time I venture on But, I grow weaker and sadder each stay within the forest I feel that who and what I am is slowly fading away Only to be consumed and become my darkest fears.