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by Unloved ♥ Feb 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Shes on sitting on the floor, alone Her head in her hands She hates being home Because no one seems to understand She sits there everyday And cries her eyes out Because she's not sure which way Shes confused by everything She tries to speak Thinking it will help Shes just too weak Then breaks down and cries No one seems to love her She isn't sure why No one seems to see her She then says "Whats the point? I want to die" Death crosses her mind a million times day She suffers in her room Shes lost she doesn't know what way She hopes something will go soon Sick of hoping Sick of wishing Sick of wanting to die But everything ends with a good cry