by Love Scotty Jun 27, 2011
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
As the tears run down my cheeks, the words you have said to me buzz in my head like bees. I hear your gay or you look gay or even your ugly. And I just want to stop. I'm on the end of my string, I don't know what to do. But it's hard to get help, when you can't hide from your mother</3 |