Aug 2018
im an angel whose wings have been plucked
an angel who lost her halo
i grew into the darkness called depression
because of this darkness
i hated myself
still do
i wish i could die
i wish i could be loved
i wish i was free
the truth is
it will never happen
an angel who lost her halo
i grew into the darkness called depression
because of this darkness
i hated myself
still do
i wish i could die
i wish i could be loved
i wish i was free
the truth is
it will never happen
being in treatment is very hard. you lose all your freedom, friends, family. i miss selfharm and goin out by myself and driving around, listening to music. losing myself in the stars. i want to do that again. i dont liek having to follow all these rules not being able to do what i want. it *****.
