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by elise Feb 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My life is nowhere to be this time, and my soul is nowhere found, for my heart is black as it falls, and my blood spills upon the ground. This feeling that I've lost the love, and my heart has drowned in shame, I should leave alone and come with, but now there is no such game. I'm left here with my black heart, and my friends have all but gone, I look back on the sorrow that I knew, of the pain that has plagued for so long. I don't remember anymore, for I've left them through and through, but now as I fall into darkness and die, I wish that I had been more true.