Childhood, how I wish these days away.
So many victimizings, why am I still here anyway?
I build things up, and they all come crashing down.
Not even so much as with a sound.
Scars of self harm are all over my arm
And everyday I wear a charm.
My mood is morose, and I have no more heroes.
My depression is in the past; its only gotten worse
And all I can think about is the day
When my body lies in a hearse.
My childhood is the death of me,
And only when I die will I be set free
For when I die that will be
The Beginning...
This is quite a write. It's very hopeful at the last stanza and it's obvious the life you are having now there is no hope instead its empty. New life, new beginnings some people can't cope with change. I wouldn't waste all those years you have lived now even though they are so depressing gain strength live and move on. Life is precious
This is quite a write. It's very hopeful at the last stanza and it's obvious the life you are having now there is no hope instead its empty. New life, new beginnings some people can't cope with change. I wouldn't waste all those years you have lived now even though they are so depressing gain strength live and move on. Life is precious