Poison. The only thing my chaotic mind is surrounded with. My mind is intoxicated by it. I can't stop thinking, my head is spinning with thoughts. Thoughts that are poisonous to a precious mind. Like drinking the poison without hesitation. Like a need to drink it. A need to numb or get rid of the pain. The pain that scars my mind, my heart, my soul, even my own skin. The scars all over my body. I watch the blood drip from my skin. All I see is something so... impure. My own blood. The blood that my broken heart pumps. The blood of a mistake. The blood of a failure. The blood of a disgrace. The blood of a hurt girl. My blood.
(Note: I actually made this on April 2018, but decided to update it today.)
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RandomDepression... it feels like you're drowning. It gets harder to breathe as every second flies by. Everyone is just watching you drown, but not noticing that you might be on your very last breath. Will someone save you? Will you be able to save yourse...
