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by Chris May 30, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I know I look big I know I look strong But I wish you could see inside Cause what you see is wrong I may look interesting I appear to be not dull I pride on being different But these bad thoughts pound through my skull I laugh on the outside I push the bad thoughts in Am I fooling you? With this stupid looking grin? I never want to look vulnerable I never want to look weak Ill push my thoughts on paper Ill never ever speak Dont try to save me Youll just waste your breath Dont try to prolong this This needs to be put to death Did God want me to do this? Is that why these thoughts are in my head? I dont know what to think My sanity hangs but on a thread They drove me to do this They made me into this machine Or maybe not Maybe this is just the angst of a teen I have my words Da Vinci has his art He has his Mona Lisa I write about my heart I slept a full night, to clear my head I thought it would be finally be gone Yet again like everything else I was dead wrong