I smile,
just so people don’t ask whats wrong.
Because if they did….I’d have to explain how my dad screwed up my life,how my best friend hurt me more than anybody could and i still miss her, Â how im deeply depressed, and how just about every other day I want it all to end.
Now i’d probably never kill myself because if I did it would hurt the ones I love and the ones who love me, but I think about it….
a lot.
Somedays it seems like nothing i do is good enough.
and everything I say means nothing to anybody.
i breathe and it hurts.
i swallow and theres a lump […]