It blows my mind, it really does, when no one who's close to me even bothers to ask if I'm okay.
I mean can't they see the brokenness in me?? Can't they fucking read a person?? Can't they fucking for one second, realise I am broken and exhausted of living.
~Tumblr~
YOU ARE READING
~Fucked up world~
Poetry"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
