As i sit in this empty room
with nothing but my thoughts
i wonder am i real
am i sitting on this bed
what if am really dead
thats when the tears start to flow
i just dont know
weather i should wipe them away
or just that them stay
so i start to rock myself to sleep
as i dream
i dream of what it could have should of would have been if i could change i dream of me as i wish i could be not realizing that the dreams add to my depression and no one will belive i am
A depressed chick
