Sometimes I want to ask the question
Why am I even here?
I don't want to be here
I just want this darkness and pain
To go away
So I fucking cut the shit out of me
Until my arms are covered in scars
And as I am crying on the floor
I whisper
Why am I even here?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryHi. I have depression and I thought I would write shit about it. So um yeah. I guess that's what I'm doing. Um anyways enjoy.
