by Eduardo Lazalde May 30, 2012
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Lost in space with no one around. Wondering the lonely universe cursed, nothing worst then being this alone. The more I speak the more hatred I receive the people who will not believe. People who are too scared to see the harsh reality. I live a fantasy in my mind to escape this insanity that we've created to torment one another. I'm done trying, done wiping my eyes after I'm done crying. |