Depression part 2 --- 12/03/2006 --- 14:28 uur
My head is a heavy brick
This depression makes me so sick
Wanting to cry all day long
I’m not getting along
Bruises fade, after they came
But the pain remains the same
I still remember when I was a child
When my life was still so mild
I had nothing to worry about
And yes, I was so proud
But all that had turned around when I got older
Inside I became colder
Now my life is nothing but a sad face
And I feel I’m such a disgrace
Cutting myself to break free
Hoping that I will feel better after I did this to me
But I don’t at all
The more I do this, the harder I fall
Thinking in bed at night
Crying, because nothing is alright
Hoping I will find a better day
And feeling okay
I know this will never come my way
So why should I stay?