At six I wanted to be a princess
At eight I wanted to be a vet
At ten I wanted to be a doctor
And at twelve I wanted to be dead
But at thirteen I wanted to be in your arms
At fourteen I want to be happy
But I am still covered in scars
So today I'll just stay in bed
And wish upon a star
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~Fucked up world~
Poetry"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
