Everything seems so out of order.
So out of place, I tried pressing pause, but it only made me realize my surroundings and stab my own flesh in an effort to make myself feel alive.
I tried pressing forward, but it only made me see all the death, pain, and fuck yous I was going to receive. It made me thirsty for poison.
What more could I do?
Press rewind?
I'm stupid enough to cause my own alcohol poisoning and stitches.
But I don't want to live through all that again.
But as the stinking breath of toxins left my lips, I realized I'm a masochist.
So, fuck it.
YOU ARE READING
-Thoughts of a Depressed Teen- (How Abnormal)
PoesiaI don't talk to anyone, journals are boring, so here I am, expressing my thoughts and feelings to strangers to help me cope with anxiety, depression and my insecurities over how amazing my girlfriend is. Join in on the fun by reading and sighing w...
