Why do I feel this way, I have
Everything.
But I'm still depressed.
I people who love me
I live in a house
I eat food, well
Sometimes.
But I hate my life and I really
Shouldn't.
I have everything but
I'm still depressed.
I still cut to make sure
That I'm still alive, only
To pass out a few minutes after.
I still wish
Every night
That I would fall asleep and not
Wake up
And I hate it
So
Much.
