Is it ever just hard to breath?
To walk?
To talk?
To eat?
To drink?
To do anything?
Just too hard to live?
Have you ever wanted to just disappear?
To be out of everyone's lives?
To no longer be a nuisance?
To no longer have to deal with anything?
Have you ever wanted to take the easy way?
To just let go?
Or is that only me?
Help.
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Maybe it Will End
PoesiaWARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx
