Dear future, I don't believe in you,
I don't believe in you
Because my life sucks
My life sucks
I do everything wrong
I do everything wrong
I'm filled up with fear
Fear makes me
Fear makes me weak
And when i'm weak
I don't know what to do
What can i do?
To stay save.
I need to stop cutting myself
Because. I know one day,
My fear is killing me
And then i will be cut.
Cut too much and too deep
And then i'm gone,
Help will be to late..
I need to stop
Because..
I don't want to leave,and let my friends and family behind me.
I need to stop
Because.. That's my goal!
I have to find the good ways,
And follow them
Follow them
To escape from my depression...
Damian jacobs.
"Geschreven
Op
16/11/'16
Om
12:41"
JE LEEST
leven met depressie
RandomDit is mijn levensverhaal. Mijn Naam is Damian en ik ben 17jaar. Hier in dit boek beschrijf ik hoe mijn leven eruit ziet. Het is geen dagboek en het zijn korte hoofstukken.
