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by forgetmenot Jul 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The child inside me curls up in a ball, I retreat inside myself, because I feel so small, The child inside me whimpers, As it all gets too much, So i turn to cutting as my emotional crutch, The child inside me whimpers, There's not enough blood, She wishes all the hurt would go, but its no good, The child inside calms, As she knows what to do, To take away the pain, and you won't have a clue, The child within, rips the seams of my heart, the ones I kept sewing Trying to make a start, The child within watches, As my heart bursts its pain, it runs through my body, I don't know who to blame, The child disappears, with her body she must part, only she will know, she died of a broken heart.
by Lisa
Wow! thats really really good!!! Keep up the good work!