I sit here, pondering, is it really worth it? Is it really worth the pain? Is living worth the heartache, depression, anxiety, fear of never being good enough. Is it worth being yelled at everyday for not doing 'right' is it worth having people look at me and notice all my flaws. Is it worth breathing any longer. Why is it, my parents don't understand me. They don't understand anything. They don't get me. I wish they would. I wish they'd see the pain I go through everyday. All I wanna do is just be on drugs all day and night. The pain will go away. But I'd rather cut its the way I cope. I don't want to fall in love again. And be hurt. I'm tired of being hurt by people. I'm tired of being there for people. But them not doing the same. I'm tired of caring. I'm tired of waking up everyday. I'm tired of this sick world. I'm tired. I'm just so tired. Living, is my internal hell. Death, is just so comforting.
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PoetryI'm just posting things I've wrote, small stories and my feelings. Care to read if you'd like. Requested by my friend to do this.
