Status:
we are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon.
Joined:
December 12, 2011
Last Seen:
1 decade
user id:
249923
Location:
a giant peach
Gender:
F
She pretended that it was
nothing at all
She refused to let you see the tears fall
But now she's numb
And the pain fades
She needs to feel
So she pulls out her blades
A quick kiss to the wrist
Her hand now a fist
Her head feels so light
She has no reason to fight
She pours her sorrows
Into a poison-filled cup
She goes to sleep
And she doesn't wake up
I hate
when people describe themselves as being depressed when they're
sad. Depression is a disease, not a feeling you get when
you're having a rough day.