A wake up a lot of days wondering is this finally the day
The day where I get to say goodbye to all my friends
My family
My peers
My mentors.
My enemies.
How would they feel if I were gone?
Would that people that hate me so much be finally satisfied?
Or will they be guilty because they never wanted it to go that far?
I feel like a black Hannah baker
The one at a HBCU that's looked over enough to where no one hears me screaming
But they all have intentions of harming me
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"What's It Like Being Depressed In 2017?"
Randomjust a insight of my head since 2017 when my depression relapsed. judge if you want. it's not like i havent been already.. ; Viewer Discretion Is Advised
