it is dark.
i am alone.
a slight breeze chills a uncovered spot on my back.
...
Well.Im not an author.Im 15 i just lik to write. I used to write books, but i dont anymore. I wrote my first book at 6.)
Anymore.
I can’t anymore...
I can’t eat.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t laugh.
I can’t sing.
I can’t smile.
I can’t cry.
I can’t feel.
I can’t love.
I can’t hide
I can’t see the light
I can’t pretend everything is alright.
Anymore.
I am tired now.
Tired of sadness
Tired of stress
Tired of my body being sore
I don’t want to be depressed anymore.