NobodyImportant

Sometimes we feel trapped, and sometimes we feel as though there is only one way out. Poem.

Am I really different? Or did you build me up...

He turned the music up louder, trying to drown out the painful sobs of his mother.

I've been hiding the real me for a while now and I don't want to anymore

Poem about my current struggle with depression.

I let someone into my life. And they kinda sorta broke me a little bit.

The lines between happiness and absolute hate for one's self and the world are cloudiest when there is no support, only blame and accusations from the ones we love and worship.

I let someone into my life. And they kinda sorta broke me a little bit.

A Poem about depression. Kinda sorta.

He turned the music up louder, trying to drown out the painful sobs of his mother.

Guilt is a funny thing. Blame and accusation hurt the most when one places it on themselves, whether it is deserved or not.

Sometimes an outer beauty is no representation of the reality of character.