I've given in. A long four and a half months, I've finally given in. My body was yearning for the sharpness of the blade. My mind was slowly going insane. But don't be sad, don't you cry. This is my mind. My mind is who caused this. Don't be sad, and don't you cry because this is not goodbye. This is a solution not the end. I know I've said it over and over again, but don't be sad and don't you cry I am no where near goodbye.
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lost & confused
Poetrythis is basically just some sucky poetry written by myself. I'm going through depression and this is how I basically feel.
