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by Lain Jan 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I thought things were getting better It seemed everything was going good But thats never how it is When things start to get better They just end up getting worse I'm losing my best friend and that hurts So i sit here with my friend the blade Making cuts on my leg On my arm Everywhere Telling the sad stories that whisper in the air I'm not able to smile The few times i do its fake In front of my mom to make her think everything is fine Even tho i hate her all the time If she doesn't see me smile I get grounded There goes another cut She is making me go to summer school Even tho i don't have to Theres another one There r many more cuts And many more to come I thought i knew what happiness was once But now it will never come