We wear the scars of being abandoned physically I wear mine,
My shadow I cast flows like a river from my arm,
Tainting my skin like red lipstick,
The smell of iron dancing along surface,

This is me, not perfect but thats what I do. Not proud but idk slowly im over coming this. People say anyone can have depression its nothing, yeah thats true anyone can have it but this thing its a disease. The chemicals your brain produce are unbalanced and sometimes it takes medicine. For me it takes alot. But you can over come it, ik im a stranger and you might not feel comfortable talking to me its okay I get that way around people. Speacially people on the internet but, honestly im not famous im not popular im not gonna rub it in, im not gonna share your problems because if that was me out of respect I wouldn't want someone to do that to me. Life is tough but were not meant to fight everything on our own, don't be afraid to reach out you never know they might just be the angle coming to save you... :( (if im not replying on here and u want to talk u can always email me)
  • JoinedFebruary 12, 2016




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