She Runs With The Wolves

I am far from fine, I am a broken child looking for a home and a family

I have come to realize that I am a bad friend, I get angry and I push people away. I’m sorry for being the way I am, but trust me, I’m trying to fix myself

Anxiety is such a burden. Depression is crippling. Having both is torture.

The difference between you and me is when you wake up your nightmare ends.

I laugh at everything, and I smile more than most, but darling believe me, my mind is killing me.

There’s something inside me, I can’t explain, but it hurts all the time.

But where do you go when sleep doesn’t fix you?

I’ve been ignored by the ones I love, yet I still clamor for their attention, this vicious cycle will continue on.

Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it.