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by wahwahweewah Jul 18, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Tonight I went running To clear my head. My thoughts still exist, They remain undead. Beautiful isn't the word to describe An ugly soul like me, Who has yet to die. I'm burdened by my life, And how I still think it needs to end. I have nothing worth living for, The truth, it depends. I honestly feel worthless, And I try not to care. The fact is I suck, And no one wants to be there.Oh.. I just feel so unwanted!!