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by gong Oct 24, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I watch the world go by As I stand at the window and cry What's the point anymore? Nothing has a meaning like before The dreams are beginning to disappear As I wonder why I'm still here The pain grows inside And beneath this smile I hide Always hiding so you don't see me Ashamed of the person I've grown to be Falling pieces bit by bit And I'm sick and tired of it I cut my fragile skin Looking deep within Watching at all this pain As it bleed from me again Just wanting to end all this Had enough of the melancholies Tired of being this nobody Tired of being me