Red, Red, Red
Confessions of a Depressed Mind
By Ashlee SoptickPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Like
Share
I wish I could feel ok.
I wish someone could see through all the bullshit and see that I'm not ok.
I wish I was normal.
I wish this emptiness did feel so HEAVY.
I wish I could talk about how I feel and have someone just comfort me instead of acting like I do this for pity or attention.
Why does EVERYTHING hurt?
What is wrong with me?
Why am I never good enough?
Why am I always so alone?
I wish I were dead.
What's the point of living like this?
Why live when I bring nothing but negativity to everyone's life?
Red is such a pretty color.
Nothing matters, especially me.
I'm pissed that I'm too much of a coward to end it.
I just want to be loved for who I am, not who they want me to be.
Like
Share
About the Creator
Ashlee Soptick
Just a girl trying to get through life.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.