Maybe it knows I was writer that's why it's still here cause I could write till forever.
Pains I can hardly remember how it occurred and what it is but it just feels real.
What am I doing?, people keep on asking but I don't know cause it has already hipnotized me to go act this way .
I hope there will be a day when I'll finally look back at me writing this whole shit and laugh at them cause at least I'll be showing real smiles and laughter for once.
Peace of mind,is that something?, cause I know I've never had that.
I'm being tormented and tortured by something I can't even see,I only hear those voices,sometimes it's in my head and Everytime it's in my heart hurting.
I know how many notes I've deleted already more than 50 that's only because I lost count and the rest I sent them to someone I thought I could trust and they end up taunting me about it calling me names,i don't deserve this.
What if I walk into a moving car and don't die,will I be able to forget this whole shit?,what if I jump off a building and it's not high enough,will I be able to forget this whole shit?,I know how many times I tried to kill myself wrongly and It's definitely what makes this worst.
My fears?,just two things, being mocked about being weired and not attempting death the wrong way.
Life is a journey but I think that's a lie ,u think life is a story and every human lives as there own protagonist,I wonder how I got all the suspenseful and sad plots.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of depressed thoughts
Short Storywhen we are depressed we just feel like saying stuffs to people but we can't,what if you could write them?
