When I'm gone who do you think could tell my story
Many people think they may know me and the story of me.
But my story isn't like the others
My story ended way before this ending.
Only reason it's only ending now was so you could think I was happy
I may have smiled for all your pictures.
But that smile was a facade to the corpse I was becoming.
You know my beginning. But let me tell you my end
My end started when I was just a boy.
Lost my dad to a bullet
Grew up abused by family and peers
Grew up thinking I was ugly cause that's what everyone said I was.
Grew up thinking I was worthless cause that's what they told me.
Grew up having to prove everyone I could do this and do that.
Now I'm having to prove to everyone that I'm trying to stay alive.
My fake smiles aren't working like they used to
I'm getting asked if I'm okay more often.
Either I'm just easier to read.
Or people are starting to care.
Either way.
I'm used to being alone.
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
