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by Rachel Nov 30, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Dead Already I lay on my bed, Cry to myself and think, Not wanting to be awake, Wanting to be asleep. These childhood memories, Im full of fear, Filling with hatred tear by tear, Does anyone understand? How can i explain, The pain i felt, When the fists were dealt? Can anyone help? This insecure little girl, Creeps outside, Making me hurl. Locked inside my own head, Try living my life, I'm mad already, Very unsteady, I want to change everything, But its too late, I'm dead already PLEASE COMMENT AND RATE