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by chickadee Sep 25, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I used to be so happy I used to be so free Everything is harder And it seems its just me Ill never show weakness Keep my strong visaed Build my wall higher Keep up my guard My pillow soaked in emotions That come pouring at night Always for myself No one Else's fight I am burdened with pride No one sees past my block The image of me As hard as a rock My heart may not Be made of shattering glass But it still breaks I still fall on my ass Is it easier to keep people out? Than to talk people in Seems so far away For my future to begin