Depression

by melissa   Jul 24, 2008


My skin is burning
my eyes water
everything is black
i need time to think
i look over
theres my frands
trying to help
but i keep pushing away
sick of my actions
sick of this depression
i hold my head high
and walk out
my long sleeves pulled up
a smile on my face

*by a friend***

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