Well . . . I'm insane . . . I hate my parents (who doesn't?), love my religion and mint chocolate chip ice cream. I enjoy writing and reading. And . . . 93% of the time, I'm depressed, but my friends don't care--they normally work better than antidepressants, so I hang out with them a lot . . . |
I cannot express
how alone I feel...
Chaos swirling
around me...
You cannot
fathom how...
Why can' t
they see...
My pillow wet,
memories worn...
Somewhere,
in the dark of the night...
Your love
is my...
Feeling do alone,
I draw my knees to my chest...
In just my t-shirt
and my underwear...
**if you're confused about the shirt part, it's...
I saw a shirt today...
Would you call me a hyprocrite? |
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A HUG: |