let me lead from your solitude. say you need to be beside you, anywhere you go, let me go too...

I'm so unbelievably depressed.

My days have been filled with disheartening music. shattering movies. and downhearted conversations with poeple in the suicide chat room that i attend regularly.


She takes a deep breath...
unsure if it will be her last.
Pleased by the tiny scars
camoflauging her thighs
her tears welling up
causing blurred vision
swollen cheeks
why is her life always this way?
she doesn't understand,
she looks back on the voice that is her life
and wonders what she's doing
she replays the smut in her essence
her pornographic mind
she feels grotesque, sickened
wishes her emotions weren't wild
can't wait for it to be over