What is there left for me to do
You say I'm just feeling a little blue
But underneath there's so much more
A simple pathway with a locked door
I don't know how to get out
All I want to do is shout
Shout at the world for being cruel
Shout at myself for being a fool
Why can't all those people see
All I want is for someone to HELP ME
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Dark Poems
PoetryMy poems about depression, self harm, suicide, anxiety, and anorexia. Things I think about. Maybe a glimpse of what runs through my over active mind. Anxiety is probably the reason I have these thoughts. I write them down just to write them down. Ma...
