My anxiety is a death sentence, depression increased because of remembrance, lack the power to conquer my struggles, because the walls make my screams muffled. Dreams become nightmares, Hollywood was right, because the undead live, and avoid the light. Remember… — Reanna Fayola Copy Share Image
My anxiety is a death sentence, depression increased because of remembrance, lack the power to conquer my struggles, because the walls make my screams… — Reanna Fayola Copy Share Image
I've cut myself and nobody gave a fuck, Scarred wrists, scarred arms, I'm out of luck, Sleeves rolled, see my scars, I don't give… — Reanna Fayola Copy Share Image
