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by tami Oct 22, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Why are these mirrors so mean? Why can't they show me what I want to see? Why can't I change into what they want? In turn change into what I want to be, Why does no one love me? Why does no one care? Whenever I gain someone to trust, I loose a pair, Who would love a face so ugly? Obviously nobody, If only I could rearrange myself, Into someone different then maybe people would stop leaving, No one is staying, My tight knot of friends is un-weaving, Nothing is worth it, This pain I feel, These layers of fake smiles, Are starting to peel, I'm drowning in this so-called life, I've already come across a knife, Good thing I'm afraid, Or my sould woudn't have stayed, Why are these mirrors so mean? Why can't they show me what I want to see?