Her heart stopped that Wednesday morning
And that was the only time
People told her they loved her
And missed her and needed her
And maybe if they would've
Told her that when she was alive
And when she needed it
She would've still been here
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
