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by Emily Barclay Nov 25, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This young girl sits in her room, Alone she sits and cries, She slices at her leg, Inside she slowly dies, Life isn't going so well, As she spirals into a dark hole, She stumbles alone in the darkness, Searching for her soul, She finds a place in life, And gets pulled straight back out, Her family don't want her there, They only seem to shout, Her friends are keeping her sane, But shes getting pulled away, She sees them slipping back, Going more and more each day, They say she needs help, They think shes not right, Stealing, smoking and lieing, How does she sleep at night, But she doesn't sleep at night, Not with out waking in tears, They think it doesn't happen, It's been happening for years, She'll never be truly happy, She has no one to care for her, She can't trust any-one, All people do is stir, She wants to let go, Just leave this life behind, It's harder than she thought, As the memories are still in her mind, She doesn't want to stay in her house, She knows what they all think, Every time they look at her, Her heart seems to sink, She can't stand it anymore, She has to leave this time, Shes no good for them, To them shes just a mime, Shes drifting away from the world, The distance is getting great, The world has finally won, Shes going to suffocate, Life's killed her really, The cars just it's alibi, Shes gone to sleep for good, And this was her lullaby, I am this young girl, And i write this for my friends and family, All you people that wonder, I was just aged 12 when I let the world beat me, But as I see you cry, About me going so soon, I send my tears from heaven, they fall silently from the moon, But now I'm gone for good, Guarding you is all I do, As you may not have loved me, But i sure as hell love you.