I'm sat here all alone
thinking of what to do
the doctor cant help me any more
no matter how hes tried
he thought i was ill at first
no this was something different
it got worse and worse
then sent me to a special person
or thats what he called it
i really new what was happening to me
i was going to the mental home
because i am depressed
i sit here now
and i think of what life was like before
when i had friends and a boyfriend
to think i was so happy then i got a boyfriend
i became so depressed when it was over i didn't no what to so then i sat alone and cried an this is where i am
i don't cry anymore
i sit here
like a ghost
as if no 1 is there
and that is my story
xox
love Vicki
