One day, someone will love you the way you deserve to be loved, and you won't have to fight for it.
It scares me how much I care about others And how little I care of myself.
depression is living in a body that fights to survive with a mind that tries to die.
It fucking sucks to find out youβre not as important to someone like you thought you were.
I start to realise how happy everyone is, And how empty and sad I've always been.
Sometimes my brain make shadows to make me feel less lonely.
You can't stay in the dark for too long. Something inside you starts to fade, and you become like a starving person, crazy- hungry for light.
I am not like other people, I am burning in hell. The hell of myself.