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by Broken Inside Nov 3, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I enter my room, I lock the door behind me. I take my knife, And slowly slice my memories away. All this pain can finally become real. Now I can see its presence. It's no longer hidden deep inside. All of the pain, All of the memories. I can't take it all, I'm losing my sanity. Maybe it's better, If I died rather than lived. I know everyone wouldn't mind, I'm just a useless kid. Forget the good times, Forget the laughs. That's all in the past, It's never coming back. I know you might wish That everything was okay But newsflash people, This is the way it will have to stay. So slowly I watch as my life slips away, Hoping you realize This was the only way.