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by Jenn May 3, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I never really asked for much, I never really wanted more. I never allowed my feelings To be carried through the door. My feelings always stayed inside, trapped inside my room. And when i walked inside, My life was suddenly doomed. The pain, the hurt, The sudden agony Is more then enough to overwhelm me. The knife that's hidden Leaves the scars, And constantly reminds me a happy life is just too far. So when they call me down for dinner, I simply roll down my sleeves. It proves to me, There's nothing left to believe.
by FountainsOfBlood
Why hasn't no one commented this? this is really good and im guessing alot of people can relate to it. i really love the 4th stanza and the whole poem! 5/5 xD well done, keep it up x