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A personal writing about my feelings about daily life. (showing the negative side) |
| What I would never let you know... I'm depressed beyond the point of cure I'm so worried that I won't be able to endure One more minute Of daily hate Of daily mockery. I fear my future my potential my failure. It's so easy to get what I want all I have to do is fight myself to obtain it. I use my problems as an excuse to shove people out of my life. I use their wrongs to make mine seem more right. I see evil in everyone who lacks a smile, even though it's not worth the while, somehow soothes my pain... strangly. I need to surround myself with loving people but just my luck the net is full of holes and trash. I crave positive attention praise love Why I would never let you know... Because I'm afraid that even after you know it wouldn't make a difference and that I'd have spilled my heart for nothing nothing gained but a deeper sense of rejection |