So depressed, life is just a constant stress,my mind cant rest... pain in my chest,its either this or death..
Dreadful rest...
Is this God's test,
Or is my life that big of a mess..
This pain in my chest..
I constantly live inside my head, the boogie monsters not under my bed, hes inside my fucking head, I cant escape him,i know he ain't fake man, theres nowere to run to and nowere to hide. I look in the mirror and I'm forced to look him in the eyes . ...
Shaneia Comeaux