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by Jenna Rose Kat Feb 21, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Wake up, time to lie, Time to feel invisible, Never really feeling loved, Never really feeling capable. Walking down empty streets, Holding a rose in the rain, Suffering under pressure, Engulfed all in pain. Breathing out anger, Breathing in regret, Living in Hell, Something I can't forget. Stop the present, Stop the yelling, Stop the fighting, Stop everything. Nothing will ever hurt, Nothing will ever bleed, Everything is numb, So why do we seethe? It's like plummeting down, Into cold ice, Needles poking through me, All for a negative price. You're a ghost I love, A spirit I hate, Fallen dead and cold, Fallen cold and awake. Pray for the sounds of screaming, For the fear of not being heard, Sing to me, sad and sweet, Not something absurd. Yelling, screaming, hurting, Itching, scratching, starting to choke, Trying to help myself, Before I become broke. And something inside, It tells me I'm empty.