Love is a form of self harm. Or equal to it.
Depression is portrayed as dying from thirst and drowning at the same time but really it's s like every time you want to tell someone you're not okay, something possesses you and says "i'm fine". It's not a choice you get to make.
It's like every time you want to cry, let go of that practiced smile, it possesses you and makes you smile harder.
It's even there during my psychologist appointments. It's like I can't let even Shelley know. I couldn't even tell her i was having thoughts about suicide.
It possesses me. Making me silent.
A silent death for the quiet girl.
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Bits 'n' pieces
Teen FictionJust pieces I've written in my spare time. (Pic is my kitten -- his name is Archie)
