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by Lushed Jul 19, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I don't know where I'm heading. I don't know anything anymore. So she stares and waits, Looking at a closed door. There is no one left. There is nothing. In a dreamland she is dancing, Playing in a world she is imagining. Yet she wants to get out, Struggling to get above ground. But she's only left with a slowly beating heart. Pound...Pound...Pound. Eventually you'll be alright, Just lay your head down. That is what I tell myself, But these lies change my face into a stony frown.