Today I stopped someone from committing the same blunder I made in the past
I managed to stop her and it did work
I was there for her, she said
I thanked her
But you know what?
Feels good to help them but sometimes when reality fucks you up
You realise that you're still empty
That nothing happened
She's miles away from you
Like you try to be happy but you fucking can't
Imagine someone loved you so much
Does everything for you
Makes you feel important
But Depression is still killing you
Depression is a scar
Either you win or it wins
And I have a beautiful scar...
It's depression. I love it.
YOU ARE READING
Slow Death
Short StoryThis book is my getaway, my escape, my feelings. It's utter shit but if you wish to read it you may :) Quite a lot of emotions,feelings that are depressed, hurt, confused, fucked up..suicidal.. //pluvio-nyctophile//
