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by S R P Apr 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I can't lift myself from the floor this day this pain has gotten too real my tears won't wash these feelings away... In a pool of blood I lie my own, in the time I dread tears of self pity I cry just another lie to add to those already dead. Forgotten.. When the word is spoken no one really feels but when inside you feel so broken it all becomes so real.. Time is a distant place Happiness seems so far gone in time it has been replaced and sadness is all I feel. This is the reality I have come to where my nightmares have become my life I analyze everything I do and it all comes back to deepen the strife.. Paranoia is all I see in my dreams I keep it real I wonder if this little girl will ever learn how to deal.. This blood I trace with my fingertips so cold I peer into my own face and the distant happiness I could never hold. Sadness speaks from my eyes telling of the different times my feelings are of loneliness holding on to just my rhymes.. Broken inside with nowhere to go.. Looking at a face who has nothing to give.. Reaching out with nothing to hold.. Hanging on with no will to live... Who am I?