The truth is, deep inside I probably never thought that I would make it with her.
This is just a hopeful part of my heart.
Someone like her. I should've known is out of my reach.
Someone that I can only dream inside my dreams but never to touch in reality.
A princess. That's what I called her.
And me. I'm just a broken toy soldier.
We could never make it.
I've known. But I insist on destroying myself with feeling I can't ignore for her.
I guess this is the end.
YOU ARE READING
Major Depression
Random"Life is a series of facade. Everything is coming undone." Major Depression is my collection of monologues, all these times while I was struggling with depression. Psychiatric issues is still a taboo in our community. But if you're struggling the wa...
