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by Thea Mar 24, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It’s boiling to the top I can no longer cope These feelings just won’t stop Should I take this rope My secrets so revealed Yet a few will remain true My arms no longer healed Just tell me what to do I can’t look after myself And I’m failing caring for you My unbalanced mental health Is a large problem too So with all this eternal sh!t I have decided that I will die I’ve reached the bottom pits And in them I shall lie