Nightmares remind me of reality.
Memories imprinted in my mind.
Daydreams are a escape from now,
But every dream comes to an end.
Sleep leads to waking,
Waking to sorrow.
Another day, another tear
Where were you?
Why didn't you see the pain
In my smiles...?
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Ugly
Short StoryStories and notes about how it feels to hate yourself. Depression is real. Sometimes its not easy to move on with a real smile and laugh. You believed her when she said she was tired, but she was cutting her wrist. When she said she was fine, but cr...
