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by Heather Mar 11, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I believe I'll never be good enough, I'll soon be rotting away Reality is too tough. I'm the only one to blame, But I will never be the same. You remind me everyday, How pathetic I really am I've ran out of all the right words to say. I have never come so close to dying As I did today. I just want to be saved. I realized I am the only one, I'm tired of being tortured and torn. I am ripping at the seams, I can't keep my cuts together. Seal me up and let me breathe again forever.