I just love how I was having a fantastic day and my stepmom had to ruin it
If you're wondering how
Here's how
She fucking apologized to my brother for having to live with me
I didn't do anything
I was just sitting in the back of the car
And to everyone I'm "happy"
They don't understand how much I'm hurting
Scars.
Don't.
Fade.
No matter how much you want them to
They won't
And mine sure haven't
I'm really debating on running away because I don't feel happy anywhere
It's not like anyone will care
I just want to be happy
I can't
It just won't fucking happen
No one understands me
I can't tell anyone
If I do they won't believe me
It been 6 fucking years
It's not gone
My depression is still alive
It won't ever pass
No one can help
Where is God when I need him?