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by Broken Inside May 12, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Someone comes near me to talk, I tense up and turn to walk away. I can’t take the feeling of emptiness, Each day. Whenever someone asks what’s wrong, I look at them, annoyed. It’s hard, you know, To make someone understand what runs through my head. This pain I feel, It hurts so bad. The joy I once had Is only a distant memory of the life before. I want to change back time, Return to the good days, When nothing went wrong, And there was a smile on every face. Now, there are frowns. Always something to bring someone down. Everything that happened, Everything that was said, Is only a distant memory, Of the life I used to have.