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by I always end up killing myself in the end Jan 15, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I need a rainy day Somewhere to waste away Overwhelmed by reality Not understanding what's inside of me I need that rainy day To come wash my pain away Bogged down by unnamed feelings Truth no longer that appealing Blurred, distorted, and surreal I don't believe in what I feel My heart bleeds of things that are untold This grief my life does start to mold I'm sick of watching myself die I'm tired of feeling the need to cry All I ask is for some peace A day free of worry, a mind at ease However, mercy passes me by... Without one backward glance.... It seems like time never loses a chance To take over me... So selfishly... But all my pain, I do disguise The truth will hide behind the lies Nothing is ever quite what it seems Because fact and fiction work as a team