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Sometimes I came to think,
What if one day I'll disappear,
Where I will be problem free and not hard to breath,
Where someone that can understand me,
Where flashbacks will comeback and no more worries,
I wouldn't hide my true self anymore,
Why do I think this?,
It's because depression kill me, that no one knows it,
Because I'm a completely different person from the outside that I don't want anyone to know what I feeling I hide inside of me

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