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by Ixora Oct 16, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This heart of mine is breaking but the words refuse to speak a knowledge only strength admits yet all i am is weak and three years in the making no baby make it four my face has fallen in love with falling on the floor the bottles do not break they just piss inside of me trapped and i cant breathe i cant breathe but i can see the world living around me it slowly turns to gray the colors fade and run like you did they take my heart away but here i am just fine perfect in my loss sprawled on the bed imagining you across here i am just sitting just little old me as perfect as always hoping you'll see but the winter came three years ago no baby make it four the summer ran away she wont come back no more