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by Kim Nov 18, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
I go through the motions, With each passing day. Hide my face with hair, Because I have really nothing to say. I try to be invisible, Which should be easily done. Since no one cares, I'll just hide from the revealing sun. Why can't it be night, So people don't notice my mistakes? But why can't people accept me, Why must I continue to be fake? I laugh, But what's so funny? Are people so clueless, That they're blind towards me? That's it, I stand up and walk away. I can't take this any longer, God, people give me headaches. ~maybe some editing in the future...~