I feel dead inside. Like I'm being swallowed by darkness.
Scratching just feels so good....
Am I another one of those dumb depressed kids
Am I one of those hide your child's eyes its contagious.
Am I even real....
Wouold you hide from me if you saw what I do.
I peel and scratch of my skin nobody ever knew cause most of it would blend in with my freckles.
Would you run. . . . .
Would you tell me its just in my head.
You may be thinking
Why, why do you do this to yourself.
Because I'm pathetic. I call myself worthy of life althought I don't deserve a **** ounce of it. I never did. So why am I still here because. I know good things may come. . . . right. . .
Only reason I stay up late is to deprive myself of sleep. Cause isn't death just sleep to. . . . .
Am I a person or a lost soul?
