With the coming of time
I've realized that my writing
has become less meaningful
like i keep repeating
and keep on preceding
the same choppy end.
I feel as if closure
is no where near the end
that depression is here
and i knew it hit me
but i just let it be.
I just let it happen
i dont know why
i didnt stop it i let it fly by
but maybe i'm just crazy it seems
as if the songs are the same
and colide with another
like meaningless words; nothing helps.
will some one save me?
maybe i'm just craving attention
but yet again i never get a brake from depression
i need a way out maybe i'll get into drugs
and watch my life keep spiraling down
and when i finily hit the ground down
i'll take the whole world with me
and when nobody makes it
all who is left will be me
no one would suffer with me
Isnt that sad
even in my own dream
I still cant take my own life
I still suffer on
Oh how lucky I am.
I've got nothing you see I hate being me.
I do nothng right I have nobody to please.
people just die every day and all i feel is envy.
I'd take my own life but suicide just scares me
 A t e l i c E n i g m a · Thu Aug 27, 2009 @ 12:24am · 0 Comments |
