Sometimes I look at my body and see all this scars I made. Some of them are long others are short. Many of them are big less of them are small. But they all have one reason. And most times I hate them. But sometimes... And this times are not often.... Sometimes I wish for more. More Scars. More reasons written down on my body. And then I wonder why I think about that. Then there come a million of little thoughts. Thoughts that appreciate more scars. And slowly I start to scream and to cry... Just because I recognize I'm not as strong as I thought
DU LIEST GERADE
Depression and the way it kills me
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