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By Stephanie MacDonald
April 29th 2004
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I feel hollow
Almost dead inside
I look around me
I see what I missed
There’s nothing wrong
Just feel bad
Don’t want to talk
Don’t want to eat
Want to crawl up
In a big black hole
Wish I could hide
Deep down inside
Never to return
Never to cry
Not afraid to die
Wish I could fly
Far away
Away from my pain
That I feel everyday
Away from bad memories
Away from myself
Sometimes I cry
‘Cause I want to die
To be free from my anguish
And to be happy again
No more depression
No more pain
No more memories
For me to go through
So quiet, so sad
So alone, not glad
Why is this feeling
Hurting so bad
I just want to sleep
And never wake up
So that I can be
Free from these thoughts
Why do I hurt?
Why do I cry?
Why am I sad?
Why am I dead?
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“Why do we close our eyes when we; kiss, dream, and
sleep? Because the most beautiful things in life are better seen with our eyes shut"
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