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by Stephanie Nov 9, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Shredded tears, Ripping into my scattered soul I'm falling, Into a darkening hole One more tear, Though no one can hear, My screaming cry As I start to die I have no future, I'm living to die Barely moving by Nothing but suicide Never able to reach the light Useless worth, destined to fight Soul colder than the night Everything I do, Is never right Locked up in my prison cell, A place called home Everyday feels like hell, From the heaven I once fell I now have no one to love, No blue sky up above Even though I have, Nothing, And no where to roam, I have one place I can call home, My sad asylum