Run , run ,run as fast as you can .
My feet are getting number and number and i'm out of breath .
I want to stop but my mind is keeping me from doing that .
"What happened to you , you used to be perfect"
"All that studying and you've done nothing"
I am no longer who they used to be proud of and i know that and i tuely hate myself for that.
Probably i'm not doing my best and that what i've been doing isn't enough .
I don't know what to do and the end of the road in front me doesn't seem closer at all.
I try with all the force that is left in me to run but still it doesn't seem that i can handle this any more .
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Knock Knock
Teen Fictionwell this a diary of a depressed person containing his thoughts and his way of seeing the world . it contains self harm and suicidal thoughts so if u don't like it don't read it.
