My veins are cracked, my friends don't give a fuck, there aren't any stars in my sky and everything has been black for as long as i can remember..
"when you crack you voice each time you try to get the message over only because you've been trying for so long. Nobody seems to bother only because you seem young and ignorant. How long can you put up with the devil who sleeps inside you?"
How did i get here? i never wanted this. i never wanted any of this. somewhere along this blind and treacherous journey, i lost the one thing i had left - control.
I thought I was happy, and all was okay. Little did I know, it would only last for a day.
depression is such a familiar feeling, so familiar that it doesn't scare me anymore..
Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart..
stranger: so what do you want to do when you'll grow up?
me: it's cute, you think I'll make it that far.
When I'm alone, i think.
When i think, i remember.
When i remember, i feel pain.
When i feel pain, i cry.
When i cry, i can't stop.
When i can't stop, i hurt myself.
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Poetry"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
