I am looking to the eyes of the devil. We are having a starring contest and he is winning. He is not just winning any simple little game, he is taking over my soul. He is taking over my mind and body, creating his own personal monster and slave. I am a prisoner, and I can not seem to find the key. I want to escape. I am scratching the walls trying to find a way out. I am torn apart looking for an answer. What did I do? Am I just a horrible person? "You deserve nothing, remember that" I do not deserve happiness. Memories are screaming at me. I do not even know if you could consider them memories. It is more like ideas of what once was and something that will never be again. I am a black hole. I am dead inside. I take any kind of happiness that actually gets to reach the surface, and I turn it into darkness. "My life in darkness"
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Metaphorically Gone
DiversosThis is just a bunch of entries from a depressed girl's mind. Yeah, I get sad a lot. Yeah, I have scars. Yeah, I'm unhappy. Yeah, I hate myself. Yeah, there are a lot of things wrong with me.
