The bravest thing I have ever done was continuing to live when I wanted to die.
All it takes is a beautiful fake smile to hide an injured soul and they will never notice how broken you really are.
Sick of crying
Tired of trying
Yes I'm smiling, but inside I'm dying
I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember
~tumblr~
YOU ARE READING
~Fucked up world~
Poetry"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
