I don't feel.
I don't care.
I don't love.
I only hate.
No anger is in me.
Only hatred.
I hate you.
You aren't like me.
They always told me something was wrong with me.
What makes you better?
You don't deserve to live.
Not if you're better than me.
I can take everything that makes you yourself and splatter it against the wall.
I would enjoy that.
Let me show you what gives me purpose.
Just one little cut.
And another.
Deeper.
Longer.
Harder.
Don't ask for help.
They don't care about you.
When you're like me they'd rather you be dead.
As long as you're out of the way.
I don't feel.
But I want to...
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Anxiety
Horror"It's all in your head." "Just get over it!" "Can't you just NOT be depressed?" "Ignore it and it'll go away!" "I know how you feel." Common lies by people that know nothing. There is, however, one truth. "You aren't alone."
