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by Rozzy Apr 1, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
Blue sky's Purple clouds I shout Lift me up Let me free! I breathe the frosted air And sigh to something close to relief Tears roll down my cheeks Wishing this was real But i am only sitting in this car Gazing out the window At those mountains Imagining the feel Dad has his music on And mom is reading While i sit here With my head phones on Wishing and writing I think of my life And the things that sometimes runs though my mind Usually scares me But i wont tell anyone For they don't know my kind I am my own No one seems to get it That i am lost In this world of my own I made it I think I'll stop writing now I'm sick to my stomach Besides writing these scrambled feelings Is too much for me My world cant take it