by christine Dec 22, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Inside the pain will rise. And out side your heart will cry. Through the pain well go hand and hand as we fall into an obliviouse land. Down in the black hole is were my heart is controled. The feeling that hapeen, the things that change, the never ending story iv made of pain. The heart breaks, The dares i take make me me, I dont like me. |