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by Chelsea wilkison Dec 19, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I like to think that I am sane That I need no one to end the pain. That I am capable of moving on To brighter days beneath the sun. So I can lift this weight off of my chest And finally be able to catch some rest. Then sudden I'm pulled back into the sea Into the indigo waves tearing at me. This hurt now feels like death For I cannot even catch a breath. I'll continue to break and bend Until I finally reach my end. [csw]