And when they ask me
Why I stopped eating, I'll tell them
I'll tell them how I lost hope
In finding happiness
And I'll tell them about everyone
I loved leaving me
I'll tell them about how I hate
Myself and my life and
I look at life and it isn't so
Bright anymore like the people
In movies make it out to be
I'll tell them how I lost interest
In not only life but myself
My full hair, pale face
Red lips, red eyes
I realized that life isn't as great
I won't last till I'm 30
I'll tell them how I numbed
My pain with nerve medication
And muscle relaxers 24/7
And drank on the weekends
I'll them about how I almost
Broke down every lunch that I skipped
And hid it in the bathroom
I'll tell them
I'll tell them how I stopped feeling
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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...
