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by Becca Oct 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Every time I look at you, My eyes fill with tears. What has overcome me? All these different fears. We seem to argue a lot, And have endless fights. I dont know what to do now, Nothing seems right. Everything I do, Something goes wrong. This needs to stop soon, It has been too long. I go up in my room, I sit on my bed. I take a razor, cut my wrists, And hope to soon be dead. I cant express my feelings, Without you getting mad. Maybe someday you will see, That deep down I am sad. You brag to me and all my friends, Everything you do. I tell you what I accomplished, You tell me to go screw. You make me make tough decisions, Things I dont understand. I want you to help me up, Someday lend a helping hand. So many words we say, Nothing that is true. It just makes me feel worse, I dont know what to do. You say think that I am crazy, You say that I am weird. You say thats not a bad thing, But that is what you feared. I am sitting here, Thinking about my mistake. Why was I your friend? Every story was fake. You let me down, And left me there. I wonder why. Did you care? I think of my next move, Sitting here on my bed. Holding the razor in my hand, And hoping to soon be dead.