°dysthymia°

Its not fun having...having this curse...
I never really bee open about what its like...having this...
But...
Its like..everything I do..is like life or death moment.
Each moment I take a breathe..I always fear what might happen..

Its like...someone is choking you and you trying so hard to fight but...you're weak...and soon you are fading...

Its like...someone is flipping a switch in your head to make your life miserable...

Its like...You're sitting in a room...and you are watching yourself paint the whole room pure black...when it was pure white...

For me...Its like i'm forever watching everyone die around me...and i'm crying my own ocean to drown myself...

For me...its like sitting there as everyone who left me...Slit my wrist and leave me to bleed...

For me...its like being beaten everyday by painful words and being left as nothing...

For me...its like god has given up on me...like..I was some lab rat sent to be tested...

Its like...Being created to be nothing but a disappointment in life...

Being left alone in the dark...when I gave up my light...

Everyone treats you like a disease...as an idiot...as some who isnt depressed..

Everyone believes that you don't belong here...In the world...or they think...you're crazy enough to be in an asylum...

To be locked up as some animal...a damaged one...and be seen as something broken that nobody wanted to fix...

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