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by -Jay- Jun 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I lock my self in the darkest room I can find My walkman by my side My life and feelings rushing around And there’s no where for me to hide I need just to run To clear my racing mind Run far away from where I am Were not even myself I would find Thoughts of how I’d escape And where I’d actually run Who would be by my side When what is done can’t be un-done Who would notice me missing From the crowded school way hall Or the dinner table at tea time Would I be missed at all? If I was really to run So far away from here Where would I end up While running with such fear. *Please vote and comment!!* XxX [Jay]