I was doing great.
And then I wasn't.
I'll never be able to take this pain and turn into something beautiful. I don't have that ability.
It's just going to have to stick with me. And drag around with every step I take.
I can never find a way to reach out and feel like I have some sense of worth.
I'm
Worthless
And that sums it up honestly.
Whatever.
Everybody would probably be better off without me anyway.
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Depression At Its Best
PoetryThis is a book of poetry... honestly I can't really give a description for the fact that I write poetry based on what I'm going thru. Hopefully you like them and hopefully you can relate. Please please vote and comment♡♡♡
