𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈

2*

*depression*

My room is haunted.

People look at me like I'm crazy

Whenever I say that,

But it's true.

It is haunted.

By all the horrible memories.

The hardest,

Scariest,

Darkest,

Times of my life.

The times I was

All alone,

Crying for hours,

Screaming for help.

Just to be silenced.

There is a ghost in that room,

She sits and wonders for hours,

What the hell happened to me?