Heh.... long time since I've been on here. I'm no longer depressed and these poems really don't mean anything to me. So. Yeah. |
My depression,
the monster in my mind...
Perfect at the start,
lost in a game...
If I cried myself to sleep,
Would you be there to stop me weep...
I'm slipping,
Slipping away from everything that seemed so real...
Your voice is like the scratching of nails on a...
like the screeching of a dying crow...
I'm broken and you can't fix me, so don't try. |
Never rely on others to make you happy, in the end you'll just be disappointed. |