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by Sara O Feb 17, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'm tired of being here In This place with no cheer Where the heart is in despair And cannot be repaired It's darkness is hate Me it sedates Into this place Embroidered in ebony lace I try to escape its hold but its too strong, it won't unfold It tears and corrodes Adding to my load I try to hide it I don't want to admit Every smile is fake A wretched Ache No one sees My weakening disease Drowning me from within Decayed blood, bathing my skin I want to be free from this bitter resent To extricate this torment So no longer I will scream From this unawakening dream I have just one question Will I die from this depression