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by Kia Feb 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I get on my knees And bow my head I clasp my hands And pray I was dead I'm tired of pretending That i am as happy as can be While i really have to hide The pain and anxiety in me No one knows this is in my heart No one knows this is how i feel Whether there really something wrong Or i am just making a bigger deal I just want to be myself I'm tired of being someone I'm not All i am doing it figuring out Who i am and what i have got I want to go to a place Where i am not judged A place where i can be me And my name is not smudged A place where i do not have to worry Is that me they are looking at That i will not be a scapegoat Or blamed for this and for that I kneel by my bed and close my eyes I fold my hands and pray real hard I pray to be taken away; far away Away from this place, in every regard
by *Sherrie*
another flawless poem...simply great...xox Sherrie