Thoughts constantly run through my head. They poison me as well as keep me alive. They weave through my brain spinning webs of lies and deception. Thoughts are my misery and my pain drug. It comforts me as well as makes me want to hide in a corner. Thoughts drive me insane, but at the same time keep me sane. Thoughts don't make much sense, but i don't make sense either.
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In My Eyes....
Teen FictionDepression is something you can't say you know how they feel until you have seen it through their eyes, and have reached into the thoughts that cause this sometimes fatal illness.......
