Do you truly matter?
How have you not died?
With the way that others treat you,
Why are you still alive?
You may be done with school now,
But you don't have a job.
And do you think that you have friends?
No, you'll probably die alone.
None of your family has faith in you,
Nor believe you can become any thing great.
You'll be out of house and home,
You'll be homeless at this rate.
You have no friends, no one who loves you,
Nothing will ever get better for you,
Why not end it now?
Nothing will change for you ever.
Why are you still here?
People pretend to like you, don't you see?
And you have to believe these things I say.
Because you are me.
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A Cry For Help
PoésieAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
