I'll add more when i've got more confidence as these are some of my early ones.
They tell me its depression too
They tell me I need pills
They tell me i'm a disgrace
They tell me i'm a whore
They tell me I need help
And that i need to be locked in a padded Cell
They tell me its in my best interests
But did anyone stop to consider what I Want..
And how I feel.
NO
They control me.. I feel..
Like i'm screaming at the top of my voice In a room full of people and none can hear me...
For once I wish the voices would dissapear...
None of them make sense..kinda like my Life
Its all one big jumble.. things falling over One another
Relationships..pfft.. family..hah!
None of them understand its just one bad Thing after the other..
Someone's suicidal...Depression..Therapy..
Its a never ending circle and I think that if I break free..
I'll be lonly
the feint vein makes
a touch of steel
and warm skin breaks
the blood runs down
a bright river of red
a few more moments
and your dead
no reason to live
more reason to die
sit back and stare
while life passes you by
your body spreads cold
no words left to say
you wanted to die
and this is your day
everyone is left behind
all the people that you have met
no pain is left
and no last regrets