I have no tears
it's my own fault
I could have loved you
but I love depression more
It has grown on me
at first I cursed it
I wished to be near someone
anyone
but after a while I knew
that this is how I am supposed to be
I was made to want you
but never touch

I need to be alone
I can't talk to you
I can't provide for you
I can't look at you
so what can I do?
I can mourn, I can feel sorry for myself
I can drown in my ocean of self-pitty
for that is all I have left
all I ever had
and all I ever will

10/11/2001

Posted on 10/11/2001
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