Depression. By me
Its like a whilwind of fire,
burning to rip at those torn edges in your heart.
If only she knew what the hell i was going through.
But she still wouldnt give a s**t.
Its like a million iciclies tearing into good memories,
Making them horriable. Even worse if possiable.
Maybe it's the way she said it.
Or maybe its the fact that i cant tell anyone.
The last person i could talk to,
gone no one to talk to,
no friends at all.
No one that gives a s**t.
I try to avoid as much as I can.
But it just shows up again and again and again.
I wish I could just forget all about her,
and just start all over with her.
But I cant.
and I miss her.
It's like I died inside.
Its like we never happened.
Its like a whilwind of fire,
burning to rip at those torn edges in your heart.
If only she knew what the hell i was going through.
But she still wouldnt give a s**t.
Its like a million iciclies tearing into good memories,
Making them horriable. Even worse if possiable.
Maybe it's the way she said it.
Or maybe its the fact that i cant tell anyone.
The last person i could talk to,
gone no one to talk to,
no friends at all.
No one that gives a s**t.
I try to avoid as much as I can.
But it just shows up again and again and again.
I wish I could just forget all about her,
and just start all over with her.
But I cant.
and I miss her.
It's like I died inside.
Its like we never happened.
