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by alim Oct 30, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Blood stained heart From the lies told to me. Maybe I'm not good enough. Maybe I'll never be. Dreams left long ago A footprint in the sand. Frowns put upon me Fake smiles and a wave of the hand Memories left awhile back to them I said good-bye. Laying in my bed, thinking wishing I could die. Falling into a fitful sleep thinking about the day. It all comes back in one thought make it all just go away. Laugh and fake a smile make it seem so real. Get the knife and cut a little only so you can heal. Lay down that night and think about the day. Tomorrow just as good make it go away. -al;(c)