My Disease

by Dyinginvain   Apr 9, 2008


Why must I suffer from this disease
What can I do just to make it ease
Always sad always depressed
Just make it go is my only request
The only thing I love in this existence
Had to be so far in distance
Everything around me seems dead
Lost count of how many times I bled
Sit back and laugh when I fail
Let this blade by my avail
All around me I put on a fake grin
Wonder if I will ever win
My life is just black and white
Close my eyes and hope im gone that night
I will have no more anguish
And I be released from this languish
So let the pain go away
And let me go on my way
So I try to make this hurting ease
Because depression is my disease

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