>by crazy-photographer<
People ask me what I want, and they expect to hear fame, fortune, and things like that. What they don't expect is what I say. What I want is for the scars on my arms to heal, for every hateful thing said to me to roll off of my back; not to seep into me so that they have to bleed out of my arms, through cuts made by dirty blades being dragged across my skin.
I want for my pain and sorrow to be gone. For my health to be restored, and for my happiness not to be imaginary. I want for people to understand why I'm so quiet, and why my sleeves stretch down to my fingertips. I want them to understand why I don't want to talk about it and why I burst into tears when I drop a pencil. I want to be labeled as a human being, not a freak.
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The Depressed Life (Book of Poems, Quotes, and Rants)
De TodoThis is the sequel to the book 'Depression Poems and Quotes'! *ONLY READ IF YOU HAVE DEPRESSION, YOU SELF HARM, ARE SUICIDAL, ETC. OR IF YOU'VE HAD EXPERIENCE WITH IT* I wrote all of the poems and rants unless said otherwise! But the quotes are...
