Sometime I think there's no savinging me
That's there's no fix with what's wrong
That I have too live with it
That I'm broken
Sometimes I think that it is better if i gone
If I disappeared
If I never existed
Some time I think of what it's like too die
But then I realize that I'm already dead
I died a long time ago
No on thinks this away
But I'm not just anyone
I'm a broken sad little depressed girl
Who has no true home
-michaela
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poems
Poetrythis book is going to be a bunch of depressing poem they will not be linked to one another.
