Here's a story of a depressed girl
Living in a lonely world
Hiding her wounds
With jack and gin
She lived alone most her life
Though the rooms were crowded
Sitting aside from them all
Waiting to be smothered
She wrote her feelings among pages
Cutting her memories skin deep
Leaving scars among the places
Where she used to sleep
she walks amongst the hidden halls
Leaving no trace to be seen
The color red was her friend
In which was upon
the floors she breath
Such a depressed girl
Looking for a cure
Which she could never find
She looked for better places
Searching for familiar faces
Hoping she would be seen
But never again would she
Have ever been happy
For this depressed girl
Took it upon her
To leave the pages soaked
Forever smothered with her
Hopes and dreams
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Here's a story of a depressed girl
Living in a lonely world
Hiding her wounds
With jack and gin
She lived alone most her life
Though the rooms were crowded
Sitting aside from them all
Waiting to be smothered
She wrote her feelings among pages
Cutting her memories skin deep
Leaving scars among the places
Where she used to sleep
she walks amongst the hidden halls
Leaving no trace to be seen
The color red was her friend
In which was upon
the floors she breath
Such a depressed girl
Looking for a cure
Which she could never find
She looked for better places
Searching for familiar faces
Hoping she would be seen
But never again would she
Have ever been happy
For this depressed girl
Took it upon her
To leave the pages soaked
Forever smothered with her
Hopes and dreams
