depression helpless hopeless self-destruction (Remove filter)
How we feel
You don't know how we feel
So stop judging us and our actions
You don't know how it is to have anxiety and self-destruction
All those problems aren't fiction but 100 percent real
Shut up because life is a bitch and then you die
We don't even want to say goodbye
All the persons didn't care and hurt us even without knowing
That's why our fear towards society is growing
You tell us to sto...
Tuesday 27th October 2015 6:14 pm
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