The thing is I've just given up now.
If I'm ever happy it doesn't last 5 minutes, and I'm back to the same depressive mindset. The future appears bleak at best.
I know everyone hates me and I know I have no purpose.
I'm torn between killing myself or apparently 'not hurting the ones I love'.
But it won't hurt them though will it?
No one cares about me as much as I care about them and I sure as hell don't want to live anymore.
So I guess there's only really one option now isn't there?
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Poems with a twist
PoetryWhen I get to my lowest I write these. Let's hope I never have to use them. (Or not) If you are a lucky enough to be part of this (you will know if this applies) , then congratulations, your existence has made a big enough effect on my life to be me...
