So this is were it begins.
I can't tell you all of this will be a 100% accurate,
or that this isn't a suicide letter,
or that I'm not contemplating it.
This is Spiritual, though.
I'm taking you with me through my head, my fears, and dreams.
This is my fictionalized autobiography.
Looking for Alaska x Unfortunate Events x My Life
Here's depression through my bleeding heart, boiling hot tears, and no one noticing who I am.
Notice me.
Or, don't.
Either way, this will not be a fun read. This will not be something to lift your spirits. This will not renew any faith in God you have.
This is for those nights you can't sleep cause all you want to do is cry, and see if someone feels the same. Please. Enjoy your de-stress tea when you read this, even though you're not stressed. Even though, you know you should be stressed, but you aren't, because you can't feel anything. Please, read this when you feel alone, or scared, or ugly, or anything.
I will do this, but I want you to do it with me.
I want to love me, and I want you to grow with me until you love yourself.
Let's do this together.
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Pale face. Do you see? He made a fool out you, and me.
"Pretty girl", you're stupid.
But, so am I.
Both of us depressed idiots,
falling for the same guy.
He chose you.
Over me.
His kin isn't akin to brown skin.
Pale face, did you know?
You were chosen because you resemble snow.
You're beautiful depression won their heart.
My turn was never allowed to start.
YOU ARE READING
Unbeautiful
SpiritualShe's uninteresting. She's not beautiful, She's not unique. Her depression is an obsession of her mind trying to find what's wrong, and why is she always second best. Sometimes it's poetry, Sometimes it's stories. The likes are validating because sh...
