by endswithgoodbye Oct 11, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Sweetie , look at me . Look past the fake smile and made up eyes . Look past the layers of clothing I use to hide. Can you not see how badly I scream for your help. Do you not hear the whispering of my secret . Not see the tell tale signs. Truth be told I never thought it would get this far . Never thought i would loose control to it. I don't think you ever thought I would either. You never saw the need to worry about me. Maybe you should have , maybe then I wouldn't need you so. My mind plays tricks on me , darling . Tricks I cannot seem to stop. I look at my hands and only see the danger , see the death , see my weakness. I only ever wanted control . But that I lost along with my mind , with my sanity. The answer seems so simple to me , babe. But why can I not make it stop. Why do the voices inside me end up victorious while my reason is thrown away. I cannot seem to understand it , seem to be able to stop it. Slowly but surely it's eating me up inside. I don't know how much longer I can keep this secret from you , hunny. Don't know how much longer it will be before this self destruction takes over me |