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by Rachael Nov 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The night is cold and so am I Cold inside is what I hide No one knows the chills I’ve had. never will they I’ve hidden well ,not to expose my inner demand Joke around about being cruel but inside I feel dark Smile yes I do. Happy, sometimes yea. But days on in I feel nothing but pain that I wish I hadn’t Received Little do you know the cold chill that I posses But days come and the sun does shine but I can not hide The rain that falls You may see a confident lady but really I am weak and have many insecurities No one is perfect everyone holds there demands but I do hide mine well There inside hides a hidden me that know one knows or even sees .