depression sucks.
it's hard to escape.
depression has a strong grip
around your wrist
and it's just too hard to pry off.
then it's around your other wrist
and your thighs.
before you know it,
depression is clasped
around your throat
and your gasping for air.
I type onto my tumblr,
posting my thoughts freely for once.
Tumblr was where I could be me.
YOU ARE READING
Tumblr Friend {z.m.}
FanfictionA boy in Britain A girl in Australia Who connect through a social media and friend each other. •••••••••• A Zayn Malik Short Story Part of the Message Series, in including: twitter dms, fan friend, pen pal and starbucks notes. All copyright belon...
