Everything and everbody *****.
Except sometimes when it doesn't
Everybody keeps bothering you,
they just can't seem to leave you alone.
Why can't you just leave me the **** alone?
Sometimes that's a good thing.
Nothing matters
you're indifferent to almost everything.
It's hard to get past that shell.
It's your armor against the world.
You depend on it.
Your parents will always have some power over you.
Whether you like it or not.
I'm angry.
It's buried deep down by now.
In my heart, in my bones.
Ironically I'm so weak it's quite pathetic.
I want to punish myself.
Last but not least
Some things do feel real.
Music is a goddess, it's freedom.
Stories are an escape.
These tools can loose their effect when overused.
Some moments do get through the fog.
Nature and innocence for instance.
Some relationships mean something.
Some people are just to good to be corrupted.
Depression isn't a sickness
It feels like a part of you,
A character trait.
The bottom line?
"please don't hurt me"
This isn't all