I want to die,
I need someone.
No one can hear me cry,
In my mind there is no sun,
Only darkness and hell for everyone.
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Where Depression Thrives
PoetryA collection of letters to myself that came from the lonliest nights. With a tear stained face and blood stained wrist, the poems remind me my past was real. I overcame something that seemed completely impossible at the time. And here they are. My...
