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by xxxtntkaboomxxx Aug 28, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I've reached my breaking point. You've pushed me over the edge. Crossed the line, you've gone too far. The lid has been lifted off this jar. The jar that held it all. Emotions. Tears. Pain. Hurt. Secrets. Blame. All out in the open now. The damage is done, no turning back. I'm shattered into uncountable pieces. Vulnerable for the world to see. The girl who's so "strong", Nothing's supposed to go wrong. No protection. No shelter. Maybe they can finally see. See the real me. The one I've tired so hard to hide. They'll see how often I pretend. How much I need a true friend. They'll see me as I am. Broken and useless. No way I can be fixed. -Tanesha Tyler