by Christina Feb 19, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
You want to know the real me look deep inside and tell me what you find. Cuts and bruises on my heart from end to start. Look at me, and what do you see, a smile where it is supposed to be. You want to know what I hide, whats on the other side. You want to know the real me but you will never see. The pain that i hold or the insults that where told. |