Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times i've sat in my room and cried, how many times i've lost hope, how many times i've been let down. Nobody knows how many timed i've had to hold back tears, how many times i've felt like i ́m about to snap but dont just for the sake of others. Nobody know the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever i ́m sad, and how horrible they really are..
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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...
