May 15th, 2015

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I hate being lied to.

You tell me one thing and do another. I'm alone while your surrounded by people. Your out there having a good time laughing and smiling and I can't even get out of bed anymore. Maybe I've just become too big of a mess, I'm a mess you no longer want to deal with. I'm a disaster that pushes away everyone I love. I realize what I'm doing; yet I know I can't stop. It's better they leave now then come to find out later who I really am and then leave me.

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