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by - Love; The Slowest Form Of Suicide - Oct 22, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Everyday i was just crying to get you, Now I'm just dying to forget you. Everyday I pretend I'm not hurt, No-one notices, pretending seems to work. Everyday I fake a smile, Happiness, an emotion I haven't felt in a while. Everyday I'm slowly dying inside, While at the same time I'm slowly losing my pride. Everyday I wish I could turn back the hands of time, Because this pain I feel is just to hard to define. Everyday I wish I didn't exist, The Thoughts of suicide, my mind can't resist. Everyday the feeling gets worse with my stone cold soul n shattered heart, I'm torn into pieces & I'm falling apart. Everyday I wear a disguise, Hiding my life, behind hurtful lies. Everyday there's some kind of messed up twist, and a brand new cut across my wrist. Everyday it's the same old thing, Living my life is so damn tiring. One day I won't be able to take it anymore, I'll be found dead on the floor.