by Danielle Jun 30, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
One year, one week, one day, one hour, one minute or one second could be my last. Tell me I don't have a gun to my head and not about to pull the trigger. Is this the end or am I everyone's fool? I guess I just fooled myself, didn't I? I throw the gun down and I begin to break. |