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by Virginia Oct 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Time moves so slowly as i stare at the clock on the wall it doesn't seem like it is moving at all Every second seems like a century gone by 100 years of loneliness where no one hears my desperate cry And still that clock hangs up above and i sit here and stare watching other people love Jealous of their happiness and living in the light while i sit here in the dark losing life's fight I want it to end but time plays its game going so slowly that its driving me insane Staring out my window a weak ray of sun my heart sinks for the day has just begun Another whole day of sitting here in doubt waiting for death till my time has run out