Buried alive
Inside that feeling of depression..........
It's not just a silly superstiotion...........
It's hard to make this confession........
I'm buried alive.................
I believe that no one can help me to survive.............................
I'm sick of this pathetic life...............
and i think it's all based on a horrible big lie..................
still there..laying there
inside that fearful place.....
where a feeling of death hung upon the air..........
oh god this's so unfair.............
my life has become an abhorrent endless nightmare................
inside that gloomy place..
where every thing is dark and..........
and the sun will never shine upon my pale face................
oh god how can i get rid of all these choking scares? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
how can i get out of this frightening place............
so hard to get rid of the weight of thise feeling laying inside my brittle poor heart...........
this feeling of depression it makes me fall apart..........
poem by Emo Girl
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