Sticks and stones break my bones
I cut and cry and feel so alone.
The emptiness inside me
Why can't you see I'm hurting badly.
It's because of the mask I wear
It's just unfair.
I have to put on a mask for you to be happy
I just want to be free
Free from the mask I wear
I want to breathe
But I can't
I have to suffocate for your happiness
And all I hear is your rants
YOU ARE READING
My Depression thoughts
SachbücherDepression, my thoughts, triggering, this is stuff in my head and I needed to get it out somehow I don't post frequently so
