I knew I had to perfect I knew they wouldn't care I knew I was unwanted I knew being a girl means struggle to live I knew I'll cry my self to sleep and I knew I'll be the first they'll say goodbye to.
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Depressing thoughts
AcakThis is just a way I cope with my depression. I was told that writing is always better then hurting. For anyone struggling with self harm write it out. Please don't bottle up let someone know.
