Nov 22, 2008 19:49
talking about things that nobody cares
wearing out things that nobody wears
smiling even though nobody cheers
quoting lyrics that nobody hears
depression, like a warm black pool
invites me to its bottomless comfort
swears that the drowning won't be cruel
promises that I won't suffer
that the depths are what I'm needing
that the fighting is getting old
lately the wounds are bleeding
and my heart is feeling cold
this battle keeps on going
I am SO TIRED of fighting
I wish it were easier
like maybe if the pool smelled bad