or sign in with e-mail
by Borana Apr 8, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My heart is made of stone Full of weakness within I'm meant to be alone I should go to hell with all my sins I hurt people I make them cry Make them bleed Till they're dry No trust in me Could ever be found Hideous looking In God's love I'm not aloud Selfish, Greedy, Dumb at once Victim of people's crimes, I guess No life, No spirit, No heart, No soul Life is going by so slow So lonely, and disgraced I actually think I'm smart Dumb as a rock Hidden feelings I have a lot I'm dying of hunger I'm starving my self to death I pretend I'm happy Hope of surviving is useless Skeleton is the adjective that describes me Weak and unimportant Looking up at thee The girl in the mirror Makes it seem so fine Smiling, and laughing Nobody sees the scars behind I've seen it all With my own to eyes Have to hide my own true self As if I'm in disguise I want to end it now It's one thing I'll never miss I'm talking about my life, of course But maybe I'll just wait for death's kiss