I wrote this as a diary of someone who is depressed.


I am dying,
It feels my soul is rotting in my fragile heart,
My fragile bones will soon rot,
Should I give up?
I miss happiness,
muziek helps me through this,
People say my songs are great,
What do u think?
Could my dream come true?
That’s why I’m alive,
I’m waiting,
My life isn’t over yet,
I have things to live for,
And things I haven’t done,
People unmet,
Songs unsung,
vrienden not made,
I want true happiness,
Can’t heal my heart,
Must harm my body to numb the pain inside,
Scars cover my body,
To burn my flesh would be giving up,
So I run I the heat,
Slowly pushing my fingers into my eyes,
Bleeding hart-, hart is all I know,
I haven’t told anyone,
Secrets,
My mouth is sealed shut,
I can’t stand the pain,
Why is it like this?