My Brain is working, but I'm still stupid and suicidal.
My Heart is beating, but I still don't feel alive. I'm in so much pain, and still broken.
My lungs are helping me breathe. But it feels heavy, and it's hard to do.
My eyes are holding too many tears. I can't handle it any longer.
My hands want to cut, scratch, and strangle myself.
My arms and legs are full of cuts, scratches, and scares.
My face is ugly. I true to be pretty with makeup, but I'm always ugly.
My mouth lies. I smiled. I'm smiling. I will keep on smiling. Even if it means a lie.
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Depression Overcoming
Mystery / ThrillerBasically, these are my stories of my own life and experiences of depression. There are also some poems in here from other people or myself or just little clippings of stories. You can also message me a story you'd want others to read, and I'll post...
