I have so many questions
But no one can give me answers
Why am I so sad all the time
Why does death seem like an escape
Why does cutting my seem tempting
Why does it feel like I'm drowning in my emotions and thoughts
Why does it feel like no one understands
Does any know what I'm going through
Does anyone feel the way I do
Why does giving up seem like the best option
Why does it seem like I'm all alone
Why do I feel so empty
Why am feeling all of this
But at the same time feel so numb
What is happening to me
What am I
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Our Kind Of Words
Poesía"Not everyone speaks through normal words, that's why poetry was made". No one knows our struggles, people think we're fine but deep down inside we know that it's nothing but lies. We use our kind of words to show you what we go through. But it's up...
