I can't have you.
This is much for me to ask but are you real yourself?
I don't even know who is the real you.
Am I the one you are looking for?
My downfall of my own soul is already dead.
The real me is already dead.
What did you expect?
Am I useful to you?
I thought so.
After all, you're just a great pretender.
So, thank you for breaking my heart.
Are you happy now?
You already destroyed my life;
My future,my soul and spirit within my body.
So depressing, isn't it?
Say, did you try committing suicide?
Harsh, isn't it?
Damn, I talk too much!
You don't care about me anyway.
Well good, I already don't!
Because if you do,
I would have kill myself back then.
It's bittersweet for me.
So, goodbye my beloved.
Thank you for the lovely memories.
I appreciate it.
-AlreadyBeenHurt_Stephanie
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Poems of Anxiety
Thơ caA book of any one's perspectives and actual experiences all about depression... x_x To put it simply, this is a book full of depression... *Updates whenever I have free time :) *Photos are not mine...
