by Artistic Fallen Angel Jun 18, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
My face blank form pratice, my fellings well hidden. Deep within my heart a chamber is filled, emotions flowing from never have been let out. Until the point comes when they are to much to bear. I give in and alone in my room, they come out in tears. I pick myself up, wipe the evidence of tears from my face, put on a fake smile and walk back into the real world acting as if nothing is wrong. The truth stay behind, locked within the confindes of my bedroom, my escape. |
I like it alot it had bunches of meaning to it keep up the good work. 5/5 |