Why is life so fucked up? Why is it so hard?
Why does every one close to me, hurt me?
like the girl who wanted me only for my friend!
life is bullshit, i think i wanna die, i just wanna black out and hide behind the lines.
my inner demon wants to take control and have fun.
the band shirts, the stinging wrists.
having to wear long sleeves and bracelets to hide the new scars.
How do i deal with my demons, should i let them out to play, or should i keep them hidden so people don't judge.
Why am i so easy to be used, like a wad of flesh and cells i am?
I just wanna be free. just wanna have fun.
but its hard to have fun with a war waging within my head.
I wanna die, but my times not up yet, i wanna cry, but i'm too emotionless.
as i say these words as i head of into the night, please know that... I'm not okay and its not alright.
Be happy not crappy, life's a bitch don't quit.
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
