Comments about Mel Hunt
On the outside I’m smiling
On the inside I’m crying
There’s no point of living as I’m slowly dying
Take me as I am
Or not at all
I don’t care not no more
As I go to bed at night I wish people knew what I am like
But that doesn’t worry me in the slightest way
As I mourn in sorrow all the time of day
Why is this happening?
Why am I depressed?
I just want to stick a knife through my chest
But I know I would be hurting the people around me
That’s just it
That’s the key
How would I even no if it would bother thee?
It’s funny how you think about ...