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by michelle Feb 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This comes from my heart, deep down within my soul, the part where i am empty, a life which is not whole. My dedicated affection, is never put to ease, i carry on each day, thoughts constantly-to please. My own happiness i lack, and it lurks within my tears, I'm afraid of how i feel, from heartache in past years. I am now an it, I'm nothing special at all, i cannot focus properly, falling down upon the wall. My life has no meaning, every reason i portray a lie, every time i lay in bed, i wish myself to die.