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by Amanda Brown Dec 4, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
If I'm not heard, Can I be seen Can I speak my thoughts, Speak my dreams I lie here bitter, twisted, unheard Hating what I've become My lips speak selfish murmurings and my head thinks thoughts much worse My cold heart and my dead eyes I didn't start this way Cant you see I was invisible for too long I cant go back again I have blamed you for it all, My flesh and blood I cannot let it go, It eats at my sympathy I fear it killed my soul Hot salty tears cascade my face as insanity takes its toll I cant tell love from reality I fear I'll have to go I've made no impact really on the people that I met Forgettable... It fits so well but I am not gone yet
by Tim
I like that...