10:03am
Grey skin,
Grey eyes.
Lost in hello's,
Lost in goodbye's.
Scarred skin,
And scarred soul.
Will this poor girl,
Ever be whole?
-Another shitty thing I wrote
12:12pm
Scare them away with the blood on your wrists.
1:35pm
I've been told to go kill myself again today. It's not the first time I've been told this. I just wonder when will I finally have the guts to do it.
2:03pm
I don't need the app to tell me what I tweeted two or three years ago. All I need to know is that I was happy then and I am not now.
3:45pm
And today was the day I wanted to drown.
4:01pm
The day I die will be my best day.
8:38pm
I want someone to tell me, I'm gonna make it through and to hold my hand becuase I'm so bad at being lonely.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary... *January 2015*
Non-FictionThat's the difference between you and me, you defended yourself from the depression like it was a new enemy, where I welcomed it like a new friend. Just the thoughts of a English teenager.
