Help me
before it's to late...
Stuck here
with no where to go...
What are memories but passing
reminders on shattered glass...
All of it's an act,
It's really just a show...
Am I this unfortunate at all?
For how many times do I need to fall...
Am I not good enough?
Am I not worthy...
It's so hard to TALK when you're depressed.
It feels like when you eat you're full after one...
Why can't they see how sad I really am?
I hope they'll see how depressed I really am...
Does anyone know the real me?
Do they know im not as happy as i seem...
Tread carefully
for I am not strong...
You lay in ur bed
and stare at the celing...
Once a room full of possibility
Now full of crumpled papers, thoughts...