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by christina Dec 24, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I touched the cracks allowing them to break The room is on fire I can barely escape My breath is like ice hardening my skin I know I am in hell where this nightmare began sometimes I am afraid I do not know why all I can do is look to the sky If you were me and I were you could you understand the things that I do could you save me from all of my sins would you be my true and loyal best friend or would you just sit and watch me not wake trapped in this pain that will soon be too late