

Emo BoyEmo, baby; Im the stud-belt skinny jeans and always hungry for a gray-sky Monday. In terms of pain, Im pristine. Im hungry for you, baby, sweetheart, lover, black eye makeup red-ringed eyes red-ringed wrists and a black wire like an umbilical cord trailing down to my pocket. Black and white stripes, turmoil first, then light, and Ill kiss myself goodbye before I say goodnight. My heartstrings? Screaming, singng, jusmping up and down on the bed begging for somebody to want me, love me, notice me, need me. A bottle of dye stuffed under the bed and a plastic orange one to write love on her arms. In the meantime, I will beEmo Boy
PAC-MAN

DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it’s that simple.Depression
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just ‘has depression.’ You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It’s likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of
by *YoukaiYume
by ~Samurai-PET
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i need help... chronically
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my gallery [link]
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~NaruHina--SasuSaku
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Spread The Love, visit a Random Deviant [link]
"God's the real artist, I just hold the pencil."
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"Shadows bleeding through the light
Where the love once shined so bright "
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