i did it again.
its like i can't help it.
it shows in the places no one sees.
it's so euphoric, like a guilty pleasure
los cortes duelen tanto.
i don't know why i feel the ways i do
when everyone around me, is so happy.
all my friends,
all eight,
are so happy.
i feel like the odd one out.
me temo que ya no puedo ocultar mi dolor.
i can only describe it as a dark cloud,
one that had tainted my mind,
my heart, and my body.
and that cloud, rains.
it rains red, it pours red.
and i cannot get rid of such a cloud
nor can i get rid of the red,
it stains.
puedo llamarlo depresión?
at the end of the day, when i'm all alone.
when the other 8 aren't there,
when the sky is painted black,
when the house is silent,
and
when the cloud rains red.
at the end of it all.
i cannot deny what i want,
yet i haven't brought myself to do it.
maybe i selfishly wish for someone to save me,
for someone to notice my pain,
to save me from the cloud.
im pathetic,
selfish,
unworthy,
disgusting,
ugly,
a monster.
Estoy asustado de mí.
deseo el dulce abrazo de la muerte.
-bndwpvrw
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Alleyways | Stray Kids
Fanfiction"so many years of education yet nobody taught us how to love ourselves." Nine best friends. Nine different personalities and Nine different problems. Will they stay friends while trying to figure themselves out or will they find themselves walking d...
