Sometimes I'll feel fine,
I start enjoying life.
But then someone says one thing to me,
And I pick back up my knife.
You think that you're just joking,
You can't even see.
Your words cause me pain,
Oh how deadly they can be.
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Depression (on hold)
Poezja"Some people's biggest fear is dying. Personally, I don't understand that. I welcome death, I pray for it, I desire it." A mix of poems and random thoughts of a depressed teenaged girl. ***This book mentions self harm and suicide***
