I'm not really depressed, nor am i sad. I just want something so bad that it's killing me from the inside; out.
& I don't know what it is..

Looking at the mess i made on my wrists, I ask myself "Was it worth it" and there's always a voice in the back of my head saying "Yes, it was.."

There's moments when i see you, I just want to run and hug you so tight, like i haven't seen you in months.

I take drugs..
because
i find life easier when it's all a blur.

Telling a depressed person
to be happy is like telling a
Cancer Patient to cure themselves.