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by Romy Rose Oct 5, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You can't change it, to how you want it to be. you can't change my broken mind, you can't change me. just take it, what from me it is you need. but don't expect, I'll follow where you lead. you've broken me up. Little scattered pieces inside. I now you would love, to see the tears I've cried. I might be weak, but this you won't win. you need to know a few things, like I never cried to begin. once you had a father, he torn your dreams apart. and your mother, never loved you with her heart. he was drinking, so did she, I know you can't forget, they almost killed you, when you were three. always yelling, screaming, then you'd put your arms round your chest, there just never was, a peaceful moment of rest. for you it seems, to soften your awful feeling, is to laughing watch, me inside bleeding. I know your secret, knew it all along. you're dying to know what love is, now tell me.. am I wrong?