When all the light fades; what is left, us?
We are slowly killing ourselves, and no one realizes it at all,
Everyone seems to buy the smiles we throw their way, but what are they going to do, when they finally realize
That we are, and never will be what they want us to be.
~SBSW
(This was written by my best friend and I love her to death so if anyone says anything bad about it I will fucking murder you.)
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Depressed Poems
PoetryTheres a bunch of poems in here about the life of drug use and depression and self harm and anaerxica if you have any poems you want in this book just send me a privite message and ill give you full credit and if you dont want ot singed then I wont...
