Sad
By VampireGirl
When the needles start to poke through my skin, All I remember is nothing as its been. My mind is blank and lights are waiting for me. The question in my mind, Is only questioning my sanity. I pray that this is not the day for me. Every Night I close my eyes and sleep hoping that I will die before my morning wakes. Everything I know breaks, and burns. Hoping I will no longer feel these pains and yearns. My whole life, has been nothing Everything meaningless and sad. Its to bad I couldn't of been better, Its to bad for once in my life, I wasn't sad. But today Its different I'm depressed my whole life nothing but a mess. What causes these feelings to crash on me, what causes my pains to bash on me. Something's will never be understood. I inflict my own pain. I play my own games, and win. I explain my pains to others to get their moral support I use them for attention then rip them slowly apart. And still I wonder Why am I Sad? Am I really treating my self this bad? Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 01:24 PM PST, Shelly 0 • 10
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