This was shit. I was shit. I looked like shit. That's what the undead army told me. I didn't need that right before my concert. I put my phone away as it started. We got ready as nightmare started playing.
Two hours later
After that I layed down, picked up my phone, people were already talking shit about my songs and voice. I felt like throwing my my phone at the wall. Instead, I cut again, I was in my bunks safe enough to cut in. I was falling apart like this but nothing helped, Yuma and gadjet didn't notice anything on me. I closed my eyes as tears rolled down my face. What was I going to do? I had nothing to save me from myself, the fans and the guys. It had gotten to a point where I didn't even bother to look at my supporters. I cried myself to sleep.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
pushed too far (Hollywood undead)
FanficWARNING: SUICIDE, SELF HARM, AND OTHER DEPRESSION THINGS WILL BE IN THIS STORY I have nothing against HU, this is just a story I came up with a week ago in history, ok? this story focuses on Arons depression as the guys and HUs fans are getting ver...
