Dear Chronicle,
Everyday it gets harder. Everyday its like a nightmare progressing on. Everyday its like a prayer from my bones.
ASKING GOD TO TAKE ME NOW.
Everyday gets more impossible. I feel myself die some more. Everyday I lay on my bed, wondering how I'm going to leave this hell. I've never felt so much pain.
Life doesn't hurt until you think about how things have changed. People you've lost and how my of it was your fault... And its ironic how you get sad a lot but can't cry anymore. You just sit there with lump in your throat and a blank stare because you're use to it.
But I've learnt a lot from this life. Like if you act ok, people won't question you. Silent cries are the best to stay unnoticed. Tear stains go away after a while, usually. Bags under your eyes require a lot of foundation. Scars on my wrist make me feel like I'm alive and the best way to hide them is to wear long sleeves....
Love,
RAE
YOU ARE READING
Her Chronicle
ChickLitwhen you're depressed you don't control your thoughts your thoughts control you.... I wish people could understand this....
