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by Annette Oct 5, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I stand at my doorway Shaking like a quake Hearing all the yelling Feeling all the ache Alone in my room Hidden in the corner Afraid to leave Afraid to look at her The one who makes me bleed Scared to say a word Knowing i can be hurt By all this torture That makes me cut and blurt I can only think of a few happy things But it still doesnt make it all go away It will never be happy This game that she makes me play I will never regret the things i have said I ment them all to her But the consiquences i get Are much worse then regret They're painful with tears and hurt I Stand in my doorway Shaking like a quake It will never stop This pain that she makes me ache.