friend: why don't you care getting hurt?
me: *shrug*
friend: and what if you get yourselve killed?
me: nothing can ever kill me
friend: and why is that?
me: because I'm already dead inside.
me for real now: don't worry I do care, I just didn't see that car coming. I'm fine.
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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...
