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by Amanda Dec 9, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
In the middle of the night is when I start You may not here me Even though inside me everything is starting to blast. It’s when I feel the pain most A heavy dug on my brain And the tears fall out like pouring rain. It’s like my body dose not care how badly I get hurt It turn against me When the moon I begin to clearly see. They say all hurtful words I hate to remember them The thought sends a cold shiver And my body begins to quiver. All the voices screaming at once It is hard to take the pain But when the moon goes down its easy to be sane. I fall to the ground my head spinning round They have take over my again On my bed they make me leave a red stain. How am I supposed to love myself? When they are killing me inside I wish I could escape to the light Before again it becomes night. By Amanda