Please I don't know what's wrong with me. My parents call me an attention whore because I cut, starve myself and try to commit suicide. I have no friends because of my depression
Please help. Society is getting to me. I'm now a hoe whore bitch... I'm not pretty and I don't under stand.
Please don't help. I cut too deep and I'm ready to die. I dropped the blade and start to lose vision. I fell to the floor. Every thing is black. Please don't help.
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self harm and depression
PoesiaThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.
