Some days I feel broken
Like a doll with no limbs
Or a lost puppy
I can't find my way through life
Through this
Through the hard times
I can't move
I can't see
I can't hear
I can't touch
And I can't trust
And I can't feel
I can't feel a thing
I can only hear the clock chin 5 in the morning as I lay in bed with no rest.
Who can save me?
Save me from myself.
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Most people know now, but I suffer from depression, I wrote this at one of my hardest times.
I had just gotten done crying from the realization that my best friend might move FAR away from me for 6 months.
At this point she's the only person I can tolerate, and she's also my cousin.
So I wrote this, it let my feelings flow out and onto paper.
~I originally written this put on paper~
But yeah...
-NC
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Observance
RandomThis is just what I observe around me. What I see in my eyes. These are old and I wrote them when I was like 13-15 years old, just publishing them! °~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~° -NO COPY WRITE!-
