Deeper and deeper. The depression grows inside me. Why do I feel this way? Why am I so insecure? Why do people even try to care about me? I am nothing to care about... I can't control myself anymore... I am always angry, I am always sad. What makes me feel this way? Someone help me... I am being an asshole to the ones who cares. I am not worthy of my life. There is nothing to do with it. It's just passing by, wasting precious time.
If you don't love me, lie to me.
I am destructive. To myself and my environment. I am desperate. I need to get away for a while. Some days are better than others, this is not one of the good ones. I am running out of time... Nothing entertains me anymore. Everything annoys me to the limit of my patience. I am going to burst any second...
You can't live until you die.
Why am I scared? I am scared that it's too late for a change. I am scared that I will never get a life. I am scared that I will loose all I've got. For how long will it last? For how long will I last? I am scared that I won't have any friends left when this is 'over'. It's been too long. How can I be able to get new friends, if I ever get out of this? Probably I won't. I feel like when I first get in contact with people around me - I do it wrong. I am not allowed to have friends.
If I could only watch myself in the mirror, and see a fallen hero.
I am a murderer. I am killing myself, and everyone around me. Slowly I fade away. Someone stop me. Someone help me before it's too late.
I am standing on the edge of beeing free...
There is so much I miss, and so much I want. I am unable to get it back, and I am unable to aquire it. I miss my family. I miss the things I used to do. I miss the life I used to have. I miss my friends. I miss my Nasty. I want her to come back. I want us to do the things we used to do. I wonder if we ever will again? I want her to be with me, always. We have the best time together, and we haven't had for about 2 years?
We're killing ourselves, a kiss at a time.
We're killing ourselves, a kiss at a time.
I miss my boyfriend. We're not like we used to be. I want us back. Where are the good days we had? What has happened? Where are we now, and where will we end up? Someone help.
Will I be alone some morning? Will I need my friends? No one ever sees the loneliness behind my face. I am just a prisoner to my fate. It's right about enough now.
Where's the love, to shelter me? Give me love... I am standing on the verge of insanity. Please set me free.
Why am I here? Why am I nothing? Do you see what I see? Be careful to choose. Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true.
- M. Neil
