Twenty-Eighth March, Two thousand and thirteen.
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Nobody knows how different I am
The outside of me is not afraid
Not full of pain, or even ashamed
I smile and all of those ignorant fools believe
Of course nothing could be wrong with me
The inside of me is hollow and empty
Do not fret my dear, for I do not want your pity
I'm tattered and broken beyond repair
My heart is crumbling and full of despair
I'm bloodied and beaten and not really living
I just go through the motions and continue existing
I'm scared and lost, clueless as can be
Is there no one out there to help me
Each day I live, the pain consumes
What little sanity I have bloomed
Interest lost in everything I do
But what a life, who really knew?
Depressed to a fault, that all I see
Death just seems like the only way for me
A waste of time, I feel I am
But that's its nature,
I try and try to ease the pain
A fallen effort with no gain
Thoughts begin to corrode away
Makes me want to end it today
Uncomfortable around others for the way I feel
I pray and wish this all wasn't real
Life just seems more like a prison
Caged, alone, an abomination risen
No one could ever understand
Why I would want my death sooner than planned
Its not something I want for me
But to end my suffering - death is the only way out.
- ( l. h )
A/N: Hiiiiii, so this is the beginning for my second fanfiction, hope you enjoy it. The first chapter will be uploaded soon, so please vote and comment. Thank you, it means a lot. Xx
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foreordination // Luke Hemmings
FanfictionLuke was depressed and suicidal, he didn't believe in love, or soulmates and especially not fate. Everything changes once he starts having dreams about someone he has never met or even seen, of course he wants to find that person but fate won't hel...
