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?