I walked down the hall holding my wrist, hoping no one will see me like this.
She looks at me scared of what she will find, she never thought I had this things in mind.
She asks: are there any more?
Looking at her with tears in my eyes I replied: what do you think bracelets are for?
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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...
