I'm scared of being stabbed to death, yet I make cuts in myself which is slowing killing me. I'm hurt and I'm sad, but no matter how much I try to let go it still haunts me. I hate myself and how do I learn to love if I was never taught it? I wish to escape but I cannot. And maybe I deserve it but I wish to find the little girl that used to smile and love.
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Maybe I wasn't sent here to live
Poetrythis is basically about my life and stuff I've gone through and fighting depression. its also poetry target behaviors such as self harm, abuse, and depression
