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by TheVampire Oct 21, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sit in the chair with my head down, making sure my face is not shown. I sniffle, but it's winter, obviously a cold, it's not, i hide these tears left untold. I cannot focus on the professor infront, anxious as my pocket holds a blunt. They notice I'm distracted and ask me to stay, but I do not listen, i just want to get away. I drag through the halls with my eyes to the ground, each lifeless step never makes a single sound. I don't want anyone to approach me, I don't need someone commenting on what they see. So I hide my face within these classes and halls, my days left unspoken i'm a torn down wall. I know you have never noticed me before, I don't exist, it's fine, of me there will be no more.
by She Is Now Gone Away
Are you okay?