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by Janine Alford Apr 1, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I might not ever know. Who I am suppose to be. I'm not sure where to go. My soul is just not in my body. My throat is to hoarse to speak. And I feel like I can't walk. For some reason I always feel weak. The time erases from the clock. I'm not afraid or scared. My mind isn't there anymore. If I can only find someone who cared. As I lay here on the floor. Everything around me disappears. I feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. Nothing in the world seems clear. I feel that I'm out of luck. I don't know who I am. Evey thing I do is wrong. This is not one of my scams. All I can be is gone.
by Baby Rainbow
Great work, keep it up x