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by Janette Bradley Jun 7, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The wind whips the whispering trees. It is all I hear all around me. A kind of peace and tranquility, Is what I seek. But find it, I cannot. My mind overwhelms me. I am drowning In a sea of emotions. My mind is controlled by The longing for The drip drop Falling from my arm. A pain, I can control Is what I long for. Death, do I seek? Not yet. Control over my mind And this sea of emotions, That is all I ask for. Just a little cut, is that too much?