Hello depression it's been a while..
Hello crack in my mirror were have you been
Hello to my friendly piece of medal have you missed my skin
Hello food are you leaving again.
As I feel depression creep in it's screaming at my bleeding pale skin in the night . I wonder if it ever silenced or did I just suppress and deny that the screaming was there the whole time. I sit in an empty tub as I look at my body look at my scars I wonder what if I feel the medal against my skin what if I see that meal and leave it will I finally be satisfied will I feel glorified that for that one moment my mind wasn't so afraid of trying to be in a world were I feel so tired.
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Life
Short StoryThis is pretty much like a personal diary of things going on in my life, my thoughts, and drama. Its things i hope some people can also relate to my diary/book.
