Hey guys! I actually feel ridiculus writing this because no one is reading this "story" or whatever you call it. But, if you happen to stumble along this book, thank you so much for reading it, and I hope you like it!
Warning!!
Life is a blur of emotions
A mixture of feelings
Yet all I feel is pain
All I know is sadness
It seems like im drowning in a black hole
It seems like the walls are closing in on me
They call it depression
I call it hell
The noise around me sounds distant
I hear a ringing in my ears
I start shaking
My hands start to sweat
I close my eyes and remember last night
I was drawing
I traced another stoke
Soon my canvas was a pattern of lines
But the story has a twist
Because my pencil was a knife
And my canvas was my wrist
The pain brings me back to reality
Someone is talking to me
So I do the same thing a s every day
I put on a smile
And pretend that I'm happy
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