Nothing, nothing at all would make it better.
Nothing, nothing at all could make it seem brighter.
Something, something changed me one day.
Something, something made it hard to breathe.
That, that one thing stops me from doing anything.
That, that one thing if only it would stop.
If, if only I was strong enough.
If, if only I was good enough.
Maybe, just maybe I could be brave enough to stop that voice in my head.
Because right now, right now that voice is making me think to do some really terrible things to myself.
And you know I might listen to it.
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The Sad Truth
PoetryThis book has sad/deep/depressing poems and/or storys. (These are things I usually feel most days writing about it makes me feel good about myself again.) Enjoy
