I'm slowly slipping away my skin is paper thin and I would kill of dreaming to paint that piece of paper but if I paint the piece of paper I'd get into so much trouble I know the outcome of what happend last time and I can't do it so many people look up to me slowly drifting apart piece by piece wishing dreaming sleeping tired of trying tired of wishing tired of falling tired of being tired completely wanting to paint that piece of paper but that piece of paper can't be done can't be wanting to be that way got to think of possibilities got to think of a way out got to think of all the colors of my family all those that look up to me all those that can't truly see all the painfulness I truly seek.. all the wonders of the world fall onto me and my shoulders do I chose to go? Do I chose to stay in this sinful world we call home? I may never know my true self my true answers in this house my true colors hide almost as if there playing hide and go seek why is it my true colors may never shine till the day I leave this place I find somewhere else to stay and no I don't mean haven I mean a different house a fresh new start some place better than where I am now
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depression stories
PoesíaA little bit about me is that I know what it's like to have depression, but not a lot of people really knew that. I never really told anyone anything and just know that your not alone. If you ever need someone to talk to I've helped out so many peop...
