My Cure
By VampireGirl
Depression fills my air, So deep where I cannot breath.Stress grows in my window so I cannot sleep.I've been to many doctors no one knows what to do.I've tried Zoloft and paxil, Prozac to.Nothing leaves this pain, that's rambling in my brain.I am restless, and insane. Those that love metell me to control my self,I do harmful things. In my mind I believe thatI have a purpose, more so then most would liketo believe. Some think I'm deceived becauseI cannot deal with reality, some thinkI need to be put in a mental hospital again.Who are they to judge me for who I am.I don't care what they think,they mean nothing to me, To THINK that they call them selvesfamily.If I want to sit in the corner of my room aloneLet me.If I want to inflict my own painleave me.If you can't handle who I amdon't come around, Because every time you try to lift me upyour letting me down.I'm tired of trying, to find a cureto my life that once felt pure.I'm sick of being who you want me to be.I'm sick of stress and feeling depressed, and there's only one way out,Ill take a hammer to the door, Ill takea knife, or a sward and break my way throughill chisel my self away, and there is NOTHING you can sayor do, to make this pain go away.Its trapped deeper then you can imagine, Its strongerthen before. its the only thing that keeps me livingand giving my self my cure. Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 04:53 PM PST, Shelly 0 • 1
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"Depression fills my air, So deep where I cannot breath.Stress grows in my window so I cannot sleep.I've been to many doctors no one knows what to do.I've tried Zoloft and paxil, Prozac to.Nothing leaves this pain, that's rambling in my brain.I am restless, and insane. Those that love metell me to control my self,I do harmful things. In my mind I believe thatI have a purpose, more so then most would liketo believe. Some think I'm deceived becauseI cannot deal with reality, some thinkI need to be put in a mental hospital again.Who are they to judge me for who I am.I don't care what they think,they mean nothing to me, To THINK that they call them selvesfamily.If I want to sit in the corner of my room aloneLet me.If I want to inflict my own painleave me.If you can't handle who I amdon't come around, Because every time you try to lift me upyour letting me down.I'm tired of trying, to find a cureto my life that once felt pure.I'm sick of being who you want me to be.I'm sick of stress and feeling depressed, and there's only one way out,Ill take a hammer to the door, Ill takea knife, or a sward and break my way throughill chisel my self away, and there is NOTHING you can sayor do, to make this pain go away.Its trapped deeper then you can imagine, Its strongerthen before. its the only thing that keeps me livingand giving my self my cure...."