i do not write to please people i write to escape my tragic reality for i am living a life that is not my own i am not myself and i have not been for some while now it is hard to remember who you were before depression
i do not write to please people i write to escape my own tragic reality telling me others have it worse will not make my pain go away the ache i feel inside me is never ending
i do not write to please people i write to escape my own tragic reality repetition makes me feel e m p t y
not sure where i was going with this one, just writing whats on my mind