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by Stacy May 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
There is a game I play Which makes people believe That I'm okay But I only deceive Them into thinking I have received Everything I've been dreaming The truth is I sit alone With no one on my side According to some people The fault is my own... I agree Completely... With every possible bone creeking I've tried to stand above it And over it But I keep breaking These bones Trying to keep my footing But one thing is for sure The next person who trys to hurt me Will leave with nothing of me Keeping my head and heart Joined closely To not be torn to pieces or apart...