Exactly one week until tour...
What the fuck?
How is this possible?
How did I end up here?(a/n teehee)
I have a fucking boyfriend too!
My first one!
But,
My depression is still here.
It's not going to leave for a while.
So I decided to write a song.
Let it all flood out.
This could be scary.
I took out a notebook, my favorite, leather notebook, filled with everything.
I write songs.
I share my dreams.
I share what happened that day.
I share my thought, my suicidal thoughts.
How deep the words cut.
How deep my knife cuts.
It's all your fault,
Did you know that?
Words cut deep.
But I'm still in love.
Help me
I may be insane
But I need you.
I'm dead in my dreams
I'm with you in an alternate universe.
Your lies weren't there
I'm not here
I'm dead in my dreams.
"I'm dead in my dreams" I repeated, on the page and in my words.
In my dreams, I'm dead.
I'm gone.
No one would care.
But Luke...
Thoughts on how I would kill myself flooded my head.
Too much
Too much
I immediately put music on.
Addilyn, you won't make it to that side of your thoughts, you're strong
You're strong.
You're broken.
YOU ARE READING
Tears L•H
FanfictionAddilyn Armstrong has depression. She isn't like everyone the media was used to. She likes the black skinny jeans and band tees. Music is her only escape from reality. All she wanted was to be happy, but she couldn't...until Luke Hemmings came along...
