Does it bother you when others smile, because at least their smile isn't fake?
Does it bother you that you can't wear short sleeves, because of the cuts?
Does it bother you that you're always tired, because instead of sleeping, you're contimplating your own suicide?
Does it bother you that you'll never be truly happy, no matter what you do, what medicine you take, or who you talk to?
Does it bother you that you can never find the energy to do anything, because waking up in the morning takes it all away?
Does it bother you that that one day you will die, and it might be intentional?
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Poems
PoetryTheses are just poems that I wrote. I'm just expressing my emotions or whatever you wanna call it.