I lay on my cold floor, wrapped in a blanket. In the dark.
I was just done trying. I had tried for so long. SO long.
And I had hidden my depression well; no one had any idea what had been going on under my fake smile.
But now I couldn't hide it. The depression that now rendered me unmovable. The depression that left me crippled at the end of the day. The depression that no one understood.
I couldn't talk to anyone about it, because no one could help me.
I wanted to end myself.
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When We All Fall Asleep Where Do We Go (Short stories)
FanfictionHey all my fellow Billie stans! I decided to do something a little risky, and write short stories for all the songs in the When We All Fall Asleep Where Do We Go album! The stories are based on the way the song feels, as well as the lyrics. You can...
