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by Becca Nov 13, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sitting in a dark room, in the corner alone. I want to get out of here, where there is light shone. I want to run from my problems, get away from all my fears. I want to stop hurting myself, and stop shedding these tears. I can't live life any longer, I just want this to end. I hate the fact that you turned your back, I thought you were my friend. You will never know the pain you brought me, and all the insecurities as well. I want to move on with my life, and stop living life in this h***.