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My body hurts.
It hurts.
My head
My body
My mind.
I'm tired
And hungry
But I can't eat
Eating makes me sick.
Can I go home?
No.
No.
NO.
My family will ask
Why?
Why!
Why?!
You think I know why?!?
I don't know why!
I have no reason!
Do I ever have a reason!?!
Why am I so fucking stupid?
Why can't I write?
Why can't I think?
Why.
Why.
Why.
Fucking Why?
YOU ARE READING
A Dance With Darkness (Poetry of Teen Depression.)
PoetryJust some situations I have gone through and are still going through written down in my thought process.
