My wrists are bleeding,
My mind is screaming,
I think I'm going insane.
My heart feels nothing,
I ache for something,
Something I can never feel again.
They all shout "help me",
People surround me,
But nobody hears a thing.
I think what I'm saying,
Is I'm constantly waiting,
For somebody to save me.
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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...
