Sadness never seems to leave.
When it seems to be getting better.
It drags me back down.
Hating what I see in mirror.
Never wanting to eat.
Never wanting to leave my bed.
It's hard knowing I have to be happy.
Have to be happy for my friend who is going through enough.
Have to be happy for the people I don't want to hurt.
But God it's so hard.
So hard wanting to take away the pain in the worst way possible.
So hard just wanting to give up.
So hard wanting to dig your own grave but knowing it's selfish.
So hard wishing I was dead.
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Poems. My storys into words.
PoesíaMy poems. I'm not a professional, pretty far from it, these are really just my thoughts put into words.
