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by Charlotte Sep 11, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Holding tight Standing still ready to fall from this height. Off this cliff where I go ready to die and how I show. Two hours before I took my special pills And now im looking down the cliff Looking at the rocky hills. Before I fall I have thoughts Thoughts about everyone, everything. Should I do this? Im feeling dizzy I think its the pills Ill be falling in no hurry. Well here I go This is how it ends and now I leave Im really helping to show... How an abused soul must go.
by Caroline
Good poem, be strong. Good luck