Yeah I've felt just like this, many many times - except not done the drugs - but my slip of heaven was just excessive alcohol to try and numb my pain and stuff down that emptiness that was trying to scream out of my mouth...twenty years later in the grip of depression I still feel the same about the false smiles - trying to say I'm okay and carry on - sick of antidepressants and the side-effects, self-harming to get by, and "the way the rain comes down hard...that's the way I feel inside..."
Yeah I've felt just like this, many many times - except not done the drugs - but my slip of heaven was just excessive alcohol to try and numb my pain and stuff down that emptiness that was trying to scream out of my mouth...twenty years later in the grip of depression I still feel the same about the false smiles - trying to say I'm okay and carry on - sick of antidepressants and the side-effects, self-harming to get by, and "the way the rain comes down hard...that's the way I feel inside..."