These headaches wont go away its like its always raining even on sunny days Cant be happy with anything feeling as if I've lost everything. No where to go to get away so I guess I'll just stay lock myself in my own mind where I cant run out of time Fantasize about the perfect life knowing that I'm your vice when reality sets in I feel so strange in my own skin It doesn't even feel like my own this mind of mine hasn't grown. Cant seem to sleep I dont want to eat Nothing makes sense anymore and I really just want to walk out that door get away from you and everyone else just be someplace where I can be without all the stress and miserable things dont like to spend my time wondering Silence cuts in me like a knife life really isn't that nice sometimes I wish I was the one that died then you'd be going to my grave to cry. But that isn't the case is it? I just wish I could've had one more visit.
Reason for writing:
about my depression and my dad combined I guess...sometimes I think that he wasn't the one that should've died I should've died, maybe in a way I wish I was the one that did.
Birth sign: Pisces
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