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by .Just Jessie. May 4, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Our house is a broken home We're not a real family There is too much pain and anguish Why doesn't anyone believe me I want to leave this hell-hole I want to get out fast If only I could go somewhere And forget all my past My body is tired My hand is weak Even if I wanted help I'm incapable to speak My eyes roll Into the back of my head It didn't have to be this way But you make me want to be dead You crawl underneath my skin And twist all around Your aggravation itches at me As I fall to the ground Why did you waste your breath And make promises to be there You should have just told the truth Said you couldn't handle it that would've been fair Its over now You and me are through And with my one last gasping breath I say goodbye to you. PLEASE COMMENT....THANKS