"I'd like to tell you
All about my deepest thoughts
And how I got a diagnosis
And when it started to go all wrong.I'd like to tell you
How I feel as if I'm a psycho
And how I hate myself
And that I think about suicide.I'd like to show you
How my wrists are marked
Because I let my problems
Bleed away instead of facing them.But then you wouldn't like me
The way you like me now,
And you'd just feel sorry
For the person I really am."
~Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*