The wound is only a place where light enters you.

It’s like you’re stuck in a locked room and everything is burning except you

my life turns to escaping harmful reality
running from judgmental and disgusting society
yet im just spinning arround myself hopelessly

Nobody will ever know how depressed i am

Im so tired of ******* at everything in my life.

This is nothing but another depressed soul

Typing away all that I know

See I've been months clean

But there is things unseen

A smile that is fake

A laugh they can't take

Beneath it all something I couldn't take

How can emptiness be so heavy?