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by quiet lullaby Oct 3, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Everytime Is Different, These Words Always Change. I Sit In My Dark Bedroom, Trying To Forget My Pain. I Can't Cry A Tear, For Everyone Will Laugh. You Can't Hear My Screams, As My Voice Runs Out Of Gas. Everytime Is Different, Not Even The Weather Stays The Same. I Sit In The Green Garden, Gazing Into My Pain. My Cuts Can't Bleed, For Everyone Will See. You Can't Feel My Heartbeat, As My Pulse Runs Free. Everytime Is Different, The Voice Gradually Driving Me Insane. I Lie Upon My Bed, Trying To Sleep Off My Pain. I Can't Force A Smile, For Everyone Will Guess. You Can't Remember My Face, Was It Cute, Or Just A Mess? Everytime Is Different, Nothings Quite How It Was. I'm Here Now, But How Much Longer Will This Pain Last? I Can't Speak These Words, For Everyone Will Hear. You Can't Imagine My Life, Its Your Worse Darkest Fear.