It's not my fault I do this
Build up walls so high
That no one can see over them
Or get on the other side
Also shutting my friends out
Not that I need them in life
They don't accept me for who I am
And I could never guess why
I might as well tear my self to shreds
put myself in a box and hide
Sometimes in times like these
I want to bury myself and die.
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A Cry For Help
PuisiAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
