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by Dying Beautifully Aug 8, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I am now red in the face, About to blow a socket. I keep running in this race, Emotions taking off like a rocket. You don't care if I'm sad, You keep saying I'll be fine. You haven't seen just how bad, Or how far I've gone over the line. I don't want to loose you, But I don't think you care. Either way I'll forever be blue, And my eyes will be rare. I wished you cared, I wish you understood. I wished the feeling had been shared, But now I realize I was never any good. Your too much for me, And I'm not enough. I now know what I couldnt see, My life is meant to be rough. I know you don't care, Atleast not as I do. My life just isn't fair, I just can't through to you.