The truth is, I'm depressed, I want to die. And the cold hard truth is that I am in love with my best friend and there is no possible way she feels the same. I mean why would she. Look at me I'm a disappointment. I'm a pathetic excuse for a person.
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The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
