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by TheUpsides May 15, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The clock ticking, The world spinning, Why couldn't I have ended myself from the beginning? Glass in the floor, Every time I step, something breaks. My cds, Filled with all of the sad songs and songs no one really cares about. Laying in the floor Smoking a cigarette And staring at the ceiling for hours. Wishing for an escape Wishing for someone to take me in their arms, And hold me tight and never let me go. Until then, I'll be here, Smoking my last cigarette, Dying with every inhale, Waiting for you to save me. I gave up on survival a long time ago, No girl loves you like I do. And hopefully, You'll see that one day. And I'll still be here, Having another sleepless night.