You don't know what I've done....
You don't know what I'm capable of....
If you look in the mirror,and don't like what you see...
You would have experienced first hand what it's like to be me.
You don't know the price I've paid....
I now have to listen to the voices and ghosts in my head.....
That wish me dead.
YOU ARE READING
The poems of a depressed girl.
PoesíaThis is a book of sad stories and poems I've written while suffering with depression. I hope you like them.
