Sometimes crying just feels good. Sometimes it feels good and bad to be depressed. Sometimes the darkness that surrounds loneliness, guilt, heartbreak, anger, fear, and many other things feels safe. Sometimes I want tears to roll down my cheeks. Sometimes I let the pain out cause the happiness is too much of a part to play. Sometimes being depressed feels more comfortable than being happy. Sometimes that dull ache in your hear is the only thing keeping me alive.
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18-21, F
Aug 18, 2014