by Jacquelynn
with a quaking heart and trembling hands
i considered my choices in my head
looking out across barren land
i realized that id rather be dead
than let you do what you want to me
than let you crumble my pride away
i try to find meaning in this insanity
im trying to survive another day
you have latched on like a tremendous fear
you cannot treat me like a broken dog
ive closed my eyes, i will not hear
you say that im trapped in your fog
you cannot hold me anymore
actin like youre the only one that will care
im walkin out your horrid door
and im not sorry, depression, to leave you there
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