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by lisa Oct 11, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Lost in a world of no existence, trying to find a way to recover, trying to make some chances, trying to make it all better, many of us sit by ourselves, sit alone and think of other times, when you did love yourself, and when your family was there all the time, now you forget, how you want to let it go, now you want to regret, everything you ever know, no one sees it in your eyes, lieing in your pain as the days pass away, all the fights and lies, and everything your mother said, you wonder to yourself whats the point of living, if the only option in the end is dieing, we live to make it better, but in the end we just suffer,
by ŦÅüċhÌήğ ỀνĬĽ
good poem...keep writting^_^
by Xx_DisasterPiece_xX
Pretty good poem..