08 dezembro 2012
You came just to see how it went, you ended up having to deal with my frustration. The thing is, you are the only one who sees that I'm not here anymore, that this is not me.. but even though you still find yourself shocked with the pills: the ones to make me calm, the ones for making me sleep and then the antidepressants.. You always knew I was sick, but they don't, they can't see me like you do.
And I feel empty and alone, thorn apart inside. Maybe this is how depression hits, you wake up one morning afraid you are going to live.