I'm a sucker for alone time and sad songs.
I live for the depression and anxiety.
I'm utterly obsessed with walking myself home with no one to talk to.
I wanted a friend, but I'd rather be alone.
I'm better off alone.
I suck at keeping good conversations going.
I intimidate cool boys, and get called loser by the popular teenage girls.
I'm an extrovert but i'd rather not be. i'm a paradox.
I'd rather become deaf from people's compliments, than become blind about the cruel world.
I couldn't manage to keep up a smile for a long time.
My laugh sounds ridiculous, as well as the sound when I cry.
I don't bother explaining to those uninterested people about how my day was.
"I'm fine," became my "hello" on a daily basis.
While "I want to die," became my goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
