I'm not sleeping well,
the bags on my eyes are growing by each coming day,
dragging me down to the bottom of this ocean we call "depression",
i stare at myself in the mirror and wonder,
who is this girl?
what happened to her?
once, she was happy,
she had no care in the world,
and she loved everyone and everything thing.
now she is sad,
cares about everything the world says to her,
antisocial, alienated from everyone.
dead. she whispered. I wish I was dead.
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Book of Poems
Poetryhey everyone it's your favorite emo here with her poems she tries to write late at night when she can't sleep, super depressed, or whatever. ****TRIGGER WARNING; BLOOD, SELF-HARM, SUICIDE.****
