Why am I like this
Why am I depressed
Why do things make me so sad
So angry
So hopeless
I feel useless
Starting to break down more and more each day
Letting people in
Letting them see me cry
I hate those tears that burn into my face
Like whoever sees me cry will always see me that way
They think Im crazy
They know I'm crazy
They know I'm weak
They know I brake easily
Some of them I trusted once
Trusted enough to let them in
Let them see me
But they use my feelings against me now
Use my thoughts against me
I just want it all to end
I dont want to be here
I dont want to have to cry ever again
I dont know who I am anymore
I dont know
I JUST DONT FUCKING KNOW!
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Non-Fictionmeh i got the idea to put my poetry on here from @peacechic22 also i feel a trigger warning is necessary
