They say when we grow up. You'll understand when you're older. Guess I'm still just a kid i don't know if...if I'll ever let go of this. I said goodbye to the old me a long time ago. We ain't friends anymore, you don't know me. I know I could die any moment, and the hardest part is I don't care. I'm not scared. I have the scars reminding me of the pain. Actions speak louder than words do, it's pretty quiet isn't it? Everyone shows there best sits and anything less society doesn't want to see so we all sit in our houses using something or someone to forget so that maybe just maybe we can feel human for a hour or two.
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Life's dark path
PoetryThis book is not consistent story. It contains short story's explaining how my depression has felt personally through relationships, school, in the moment. I jump around a lot and it's not fluent but it's talking about mainly depression but also poe...
