If you're still breathing, you're the lucky one. Because while you sit there, i stand trying to heave through a pair of corrupted lungs. Most of my feelings are dead and gone. My insides are set to fire. My mind is a massive flood. I cant think anymore. why do i keep writing? Its like you cant stop. Its like the demons beg to be freed from your mind. But once they leave, you have nothing. You are nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Depressed quotes/relatables
RandomAnxiety. Suicidal. Anorexic. There's something wrong with all of us. Death. But yet we all wish the same thing. (all are mine unless stated)
