I can't help but relive that time,
That time when I had no one to turn to.
The time when I thought I wouldn't pull through.
When I didn't want to pull through.
You were my person.
My one and only.
Now as soon as I become close to someone,
I do this again.
I make it happen again.
Now it hits me even harder.
I step into the shower.
My knees quake.
My earth begins to shake.
I fall to the ground.
I let the water pour over the back of my head,
Then it pours onto my face.
I hold my breath and it holds in all my fealings,
All my despair,
My weakness.
My everything is coming down around me.
Those same words.
The exact same.
I don't know how it is possible.
I cry myself to sleep,
Yet again.
I sound depressed.
I sound goth or emo.
But if anyone ever tries to tell you,
That they haven't been depressed.
They are lying.
This is my life.
Yay.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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