Maybe the only person I wanted to talk to was you. But it's my fault. I never said anything, it's like I expect you to know what goes on in my mind. To this day I still can't express myself to others. It feels like something is lodging my throat making me want to puke. I'm thinking about cutting. I'm thinking about death. I'm sinking into my depressions and insecurities I can't I just can't. I haven't tried talking about it. I have to lie I have to lie to your face. I don't know why. I DONT KNOW WHY. It hurts so much but I love it. Pain and pleasure I expect someone to save me but I know I can only do that. I don't want to try, I don't want the pieces fixed. Because when I'm fixed no one will care. No one will pay me mind. A part of me agrees and disagrees. Because I want to be special. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know why I'm writing this. Writing all my regrets and sorrows here. Of all of my friendships, yours was the best. One day I'll have the pills cradled in my hand and suicide note engraved in my heart. Just know, I wasn't strong and determined to fix myself.
The end.
YOU ARE READING
Underneath My depression
RandomTag you're it, running through the parking lot he chased me down and he wouldn't stop....
