ALMOST FREE
Almost free...
Writing,
Escapes...
Look depression is a hurtful feeling; steadily...
Got them putting a gun to their head...
what is it?
does it bother you...
To who ever cares
Im so sorry...
The Lone Wolf
The lone wolf desires to howl...
You yell at me
You beat me...
I'm tired of the depression that lives inside
I'm tired of all these lies...
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment
I didn't mean to do what I did...
Monsters or Demons,
We call our worst selves...
Tangled within a noose of thorns, spiteful...
come to mourn...
tears running down my face uncontrollably,
i don't know where they are coming from...