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by .+*Jess*+. Apr 14, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Words won't fix me The psychiatrist can't help Nothing can set me free Theres no point in calling for help My heart feels like it's slowly breaking My lungs don't seem to take in enough air My throat is tightening more every second Im choking...dying inside I stare into abyss, that long final fall My eyes water and I taste the tears That sweet poison fills me As I choke...dying inside