I can't tell you how fucked up I am
I can't tell you how much I fuck myself up
I can't tell you what's going on
I can't tell you that I am bleeding
I can't tell you that I need you
I can't stand the thought of making you sad
I can't tell you that I'm addicted to destroying myself
I can't let you know who I really am
I can't say sorry because I don't mean it
But I can't cope by myself.
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Depression and other Diseases of the Mind
PoetryI am only posting this series of poems, stories and quotes because it makes me feel a little less alone and makes me a little less likely to kill myself if I have something to do or a goal to reach. Most of these are NOT MINE but some of them (speci...