Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
This was a poem-ish rant I made close to about a year ago, when my depression was really bad. I was keep on switching back and forth on whether or not I should share this...but I thought I should beca...
I need human interaction as a distraction. Being by myself causes too much friction.
Stuck in this Hell of contradicting confusion. Want to open up but scared about choosing.
I know it's wrong to hide behind fakery, but it seems to be all that's left from my terrible history.
The anger is taking over. I never wanted to yell, but it's like the world is getting colder.
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
Telling a story I thought you'd be into. But then you turned the other way, to another friend that I can't even name.
School has changed me--for better or for worse, whatever type it chose, it still gave me a bad curse.
You’d walk home from a day that you thought was going to be okay, but it appeared that even just sitting still was enough to drive you insane.
Scream it all out right now, before it's too late and you begin to shut down.
The good luck man has stricken me dead. Everything is now hanging on a thread.
For most, guilt is just a temporary thing, Not exactly an emotion but a feeling of the obscene.
On the ledge, on the ledge, I feel so composed. But in my head, in my head, I’m about to explode.
They say talk it out, do it. I know it's hard, but you can get through it.
Lost hope, that is me. Those that left, were smart indeed.
Once upon a time we were inseparable--two of a kind. Playing with our Littlest Pet Shops or pretending we were sisters because we wanted something more than to pass the time.
Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
This was a poem-ish rant I made close to about a year ago, when my depression was really bad. I was keep on switching back and forth on whether or not I should share this...but I thought I should beca...
I need human interaction as a distraction. Being by myself causes too much friction.
Stuck in this Hell of contradicting confusion. Want to open up but scared about choosing.
I know it's wrong to hide behind fakery, but it seems to be all that's left from my terrible history.
The anger is taking over. I never wanted to yell, but it's like the world is getting colder.
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
Telling a story I thought you'd be into. But then you turned the other way, to another friend that I can't even name.
School has changed me--for better or for worse, whatever type it chose, it still gave me a bad curse.
You’d walk home from a day that you thought was going to be okay, but it appeared that even just sitting still was enough to drive you insane.
Scream it all out right now, before it's too late and you begin to shut down.
The good luck man has stricken me dead. Everything is now hanging on a thread.
For most, guilt is just a temporary thing, Not exactly an emotion but a feeling of the obscene.
On the ledge, on the ledge, I feel so composed. But in my head, in my head, I’m about to explode.
They say talk it out, do it. I know it's hard, but you can get through it.
Lost hope, that is me. Those that left, were smart indeed.
Once upon a time we were inseparable--two of a kind. Playing with our Littlest Pet Shops or pretending we were sisters because we wanted something more than to pass the time.