So I played a song that I wrote for one of my friends today and he broke down crying.
I told him the song was personal. But he couldn't possibly believe that I was so broken inside.
Proof that no matter what social stance, background, or life you have, it is still possible to suffer at the hands of depression.
I told him the song was personal. But he couldn't possibly believe that I was so broken inside.
Proof that no matter what social stance, background, or life you have, it is still possible to suffer at the hands of depression.