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by Jenna Rose Kat Mar 8, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Not exactly wanted, Not exactly free, Never allowed to run, Never allowed to breathe. Always getting yelled at, Always being blamed, Don't want to show my face, Because I'm so ashamed. Can't deny what I've done, Can't do the forbidden, Lying my way out, To keep my fear hidden. What's to find here? Why am I in Hell? Though it looks like Heaven, It's always time to yell. Will I ever be free? Will I ever escape? Things are so unsure, I don't feel safe.