by Reyna Jun 16, 2012
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
What do you expect? I'm sorry but this hell of expectations I live in made me hard. So I'll crumble under the weight of your anger, and hide from you the scars. But the truth that seems like its been hidden forever is that you did this to me Mom, I hope your happy. You made me this suicidal b1+(h, so stop blaming me because I will never be like you! |