I feel dead inside. Like I'm being swallowed by darkness.

Scratching just feels so good....

Am I another one of those dumb depressed kids

Am I one of those hide your child's eyes its contagious.

Am I even real....

Wouold you hide from me if you saw what I do.

I peel and scratch of my skin nobody ever knew cause most of it would blend in with my freckles.

Would you run. . . . .

Would you tell me its just in my head.

You may be thinking

Why, why do you do this to yourself.

Because I'm pathetic. I call myself worthy of life althought I don't deserve a **** ounce of it. I never did. So why am I still here because. I know good things may come. . . . right. . .

Only reason I stay up late is to deprive myself of sleep. Cause isn't death just sleep to. . . . .

Am I a person or a lost soul?