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by tinkerbell Apr 18, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I keep screaming, but no one hears about my loneliness and neurotic fears there are so many people claiming to care but in reality no one is ever really there I've never been touched, and I've been around somehow I always wind up on the ground I always seem to be the one who falls builds it up then loses it all nobody can fix me, I'm too broken but I cover it up by laughing and joking I hide my self-loathing behind a mask while trying to compensate for all that I lack you people are fools to think I'm OK or maybe your thinking things you don't say All I'm asking is for someone to reach out a hand to pull me up and be my friend