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by Michelle Hickman Nov 23, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You tugged on my heart strings as if I were a puppet Until now I have only breathed for you Now I only hold my breath waiting Waiting to expell my final breath, for the many mistakes I have made I sit here alone bewildered how my passion for life is no longer I slowly fade away into the darkness and wish my life to be no more The angel have came and said it's not time I wipe the tears away and once again hide my sorrow, until tomorrow, and maybe the angels will take me next time.