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by Bec Nov 17, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I see it, the darkness over the edge I found it, after cuts from a hedge A tear runs down my cheek as I think No-one loves me, Who could love me? This could be the end This could be the last bend It’s calling me, one step closer One more step, and its over Another tear down my cheek as I start to think My past is a dark place Happiness I have chased But never found light In all this darkness, not one sight As I think of you My feet become glue Then I remember what you did So this is my final bid I take that step over the edge The one I found with cuts from a hedge I feel happy, like I can fly Then I hit the ground and then I die