I'm not alright. If you look past the smile you will see how hard I try to hide my pain. For years I tell myself i shouldn't feel this way, because I don't know where these feelings came from. I don't know where it goes and how it comes back, but I just want it all to stop. No one should feel the way I feel because it sucks the life out of every party, it leaves me dead on the floor when I should be out having fun. I'm not just sad I'm depressed, and I can't control it, I can't run away, I can't hide. Ending it all wouldn't just stop my depression it will cause more for the ones around me.
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FantasyThis is basically shit I wanna write about but don't have the time make a whole fucking story l. Feel free to steal or rewrite and make it 100% better
