Well, Jesus Christ
I’m not scared to die.
I’m a little bit
scared of
what comes after..
Friday, November 16, 2012
You cannot possibly Imagine exactly how much I hate myself
You cannot possibly Imagine
exactly how much I hate myself
I’m trying to think of a reason to keep on living.
I’m trying to think of a reason
to keep on living.
I am simply useless and wandering
I sometimes think that
I don’t have purpose in this world.
I
am simply useless and wandering
There are no secrets in life, just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface.
There are no secrets in life,
just hidden truths
that lie
beneath
the surface.
Why do these tears come every time I think of you?
Why do these tears come every time I think of you?
I can’t do anything to escape from them..
It gets harder at night,
when everyone leaves me
with alone with my loneliness,
and I can’t do anything to escape from them..
You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to explode
You pretend it doesn’t bother you,
but you just want to
explode
How do you talk to people..?
How do you talk to people..?
I can’t.
It scares me.
I feel like
they’re judging me.
The worst time of my life
I thought I already have been
through the worst time of my
life,
it turns out that was just a warm up.
I don’t like feeling things.
I don’t like remembering.
Remembering makes me feel things.
I don’t like feeling things.
That’s how depression hits.
That’s how depression hits.
You wake up one morning,
afraid
that you’re gonna live.
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