No one to talk to yet I've got so much to say.
No one to cry to yet I've got so many tears.
So much depression eating me up.
So much garbage on my shoulders weighing me down.
It's getting harder to pick myself up.
I'm getting weaker and nothing's changing.
I'm in distress and I can't ask for help.
There's no none to tell and no one to listen.
I feel alone yet I'm surrounded by people.
I'm lonely and Brocken
I'm hurt and dismantled.
No one can say anything because they haven't seen me weep. I've become so good at hiding it all.
I dig my sorrow to the deepest hole in my heart.
But maybe it's about time I show my frustration and vent my sorrows.
Maybe it's about time I share my burden before it swallows me up and I'm never to be seen again.
I want to speak .. Please, someone give me water for my dry throat.
I want to cry .. Please, someone lend a shoulder.
I want to be heard .. Please, someone listen to my pain.
I want to be seen .. Please, someone look at my shattered soul.
I want to feel alive again .. Please, someone love me.
Make me whole again.
Love me to life.
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Does My existance matter
Dla nastolatków"What exists after Death?", I asked myself, the smell of death had become more and more apparent with each day that had come and gone within one breath. "Whatever it is, it can't be worse than living" I answered myself. I knew however that I had ans...
