by Nataliewashere Aug 23, 2009
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
I carelessly throw the world "Love" around, and when i say it i never mean it. I can't be perfect but i can be honest. Mother, Father, Little Brother, I'm sorry, but i can not say these words to you anymore. I don't love your judgment, or how you tried to make me a outcast. I don't love the way you left me, to my own mistakes, easily preventable, but easier to make. Older Sister, i love you dearly, but until you return my words, i fear of you leaving. I'm only a kid, but i know I'm not lying, I'm simple just honest, and i sometimes i wish i was dying. I don't wish to be the girl who lyes in bed, crying all day, but this is what i am, pain inflicted by all of you... I'll say it once, but you must figure out if it's true. |