im tired of this life,
im tired of these lies,
I just want to run
I just want to hide
depression is everlasting
it leaves a brutal scar
even years after passing
I loved my life before
but I think I took it for granted
you know they always say
that you don’t know what you have
till you don’t have it anymore
I didn’t realize what I had
till I don’t have it anymore
now im stuck in hell
yet should hell be frozen over?
lies to make you happy
so that you wont blame yourself
you’re the reason why
I’m freezing here in hell
my siblings aren’t afraid
to tell you what they feel
no lies come from their mouths
at what they have to say
but im here to make you happy
not to put you down
so hush,
im here,
rest easy
knowing that your own daughter
is spending your time underground
2007-10-14
07:07:17
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➔ Poetry