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by C Cattaway Mar 8, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Broken. Lost. Hurt. Angry. Alone. Who noticed? Who can see? Who heard? No-one saw it coming? A filled room. People. Faces. "It was such a shame". "Too young". (We were too busy to hear) "She was so well loved". .......................................................................... ...Really? Then why are you all here now? Why not when I was alive? Where were you when I was screaming in the night? Where were you when I was crying, alone? .......................................................................... "She was so happy". "Everything to live for". "Her poor family" (Coward, leaving them to pick up the pieces) Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. "How I will miss her." That's what they're saying. Special words, about how wonderful I was.. ......................................................................... I tried. I battled. I fought and lost. Narrow minds, & shallow heads. Stone hearts, & selfish ways. Greedy lives, & low morals. No! Don't be here. Don't be at my funeral. Did I jump? It's your hands!! That is where the blood is!