One moment you are there
The next you've gone crazy
Everyone sees you
but your living is hazy
I want to help
but when I try
My feeble atempt
Makes you cry
Your singeing voice,
the ring in your screams
The ache of your fists
Blighting your dreams
I want you to see the pain
that's inside me
So i can be free
and don't have to hide me
I'm walking alone
My sorrows ageing
Without remorse
Darkened with your raging
I wish that you would
open your eyes
For one more clout
shall send me to the skies...
For those of you who know my situation, and for those of you who don't, this is my cry of help for those who are just like me in the sense that they can't escape...
Thought (Depression) of the day:
"People who kill peoples' dreams are cruel, but people who kill people with dreams are heartless..."
 Kalliope Adrestea · Mon Oct 06, 2008 @ 09:28pm · 0 Comments |
