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by Amanda Smith Oct 26, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This year will be different I promised to myself Not giving in To peoples stupid games Letting go of those I loved most This year is different I can already tell People started saying stuff I'm not letting go Things I just don’t want The rest of the world to know People make fun of me... No matter what I say People sit there picking on me Day after day People forget I exist I have no one left Feeling alone Is what I do best People spread their rumors Getting me in trouble "Talk is not needed" But I have said nothing People expect so much When I can give so little How am I suppose to live Knowing I don’t matter I'm either invisible or the joke Neither of I'm proud The things the world shouldn't know The stuff I don’t want out