Depression is not about wanting to kill yourself, it is about being unable to see the point of going on with life. |
She spent her life crying, wondering why he never noticed her when she was right in front of him the whole time. |
Messenger cannot sign you on at this time. |
A curved scar lies across my heart, |
If you're living a lie you have no reason to complain that nobody understands the real you. |
There's so much that I must be. |
Into my skin I engraved a heart, |
With every living breath, I beg for death. |
When you're willing to accept my flaws, I'll be willing to accept yours. |
Don't set yourself limits - they're so limited. |