September Sun

I dedicate this story to the outcasts, the misfits, the dreamers and the believers. To the writers, the artists,the creative spontaneous people. This story goes out to anyone who's ever took a razor to their wrist,starved themselves, and suffered from depression. To anyone who's ever been cheated on, lied to and made to feel like they're never good enough. I've been there, done that. Been to Hell and back. My name is Lily and this is my story.