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by Heather Aug 12, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It's not fair the life I live It's not fair the blood I give For every tear I've ever shed or every drop I've ever bled Has been a waste of time But it doesn't matter cuz it was mine Every cut gets closer to the vain I hide the pain with a crimson stain I'm beyond dead inside yet my depression i must hide I know that you don't care You can't say you've been there Your not like me, you don't know how i feel When your nothing, and the emptiness is Real