First the text that said I was fat and ugly.
Then the second text saying I was weak.
Third text was just to much.. "just die"
I have cried.
I have scremead.
I haven't slept.
I have started to think about death.
The only thing that keeps me alive is my mum and granddad..
I'm just a normal teenager.
I haven't said anything bad.
I haven't done anything bad.
I don't know what made them do this.
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect.
I'm sorry for everything.
Dear Lord end this suffering..
YOU ARE READING
~Fucked up world~
Puisi"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
