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by Robin Jun 21, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I hear the voices, Inside my head, I hear them telling me, That I am dead. With every word, Lowering my esteem, They don't make sense, But I know what they mean. My head bowed low, I can't face them again, No matter what they say, I'll always feel the same. The darkness and intensity, Pulling me down, The voices taking over, Everywhere and all around. While my mind goes blank, I'm going insane, My sense has left, And won't be back to stay. I hide and run, I cry and bleed, I’ve told how I feel, How come no one believes?
by sweetiepie18
Really well done! loved it