by clara Jun 26, 2011
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
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It is everyday that I pretend. Pretend that you don't hurt me anymore. Pretend that breathing is what comes natural to me. Pretend that I am or will not only be fine but that all of this pain is worth it. But honestly I just want to die. Not kill myself ...just disappate into thin air as if I have never existed. Because its not really like I ever have in the first place.. |