No one tells me anything.
I guess, I'm not important enough for them to tell me.
After all, if I was important to them, why would they hide it?
Don't tell her! She doesn't know yet.
What don't I know yet?
When will this exclusion ever end?
Can't I live without the burden of being an option?
Can't I live without the burden of being a nuisance?
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA collection of poems focusing on the topic of depression. TW: Includes topic of depression and self-harm, includes profanity.