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My hands are shaking
my heart is racing
I cannot talk
I cannot walk
So tell me sister, is this what anxiety felt like?
I feel ashamed
My head is burning in pain
Today is another day that i dread
Wouldn't it be better if i was dead?
So tell me sister, is this what depression felt like?
I feel rejected
I feel humiliated
I feel lost
I don't care what my life would cost
So tell me sister, is this how you felt when the blade sliced through your skin?
Wait for me sister
I'm coming to you
Forgive me for doing this
But I envy how you get to be happy
Because you left all the pain for me
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By: Kalypso
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