I can be surronded with people and feel irrelivent.
When im at home, all by myslef in my room.... The demons stop hiding from under my bed. They enter my head as if im being possesed.
Fellings. Memories. Tears. Overthinking. Thoughts.
People say sleep is for the weak.
But being alive feels like im sure to die soon.
I can cry myself to sleep.
I can have a major meltdown and want do scream out of the top of my lungs.
But why do you give a fuck?
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Depressive Life
RandomAn illness A life story An unhappy ending Hopeless Alone Scared Depression.
