And that's when I knew.
I couldn't handle this world.
I couldn't handle this situation.
I couldn't handle you.
And I'm sorry.
So sorry for not staying.
I'm sorry for giving up.
I'm sorry I stopped fighting.
But I can't.
I can't go back.
Back is painful.
Painful is tiring.
Tiring is what I am.
Am I really this person?
The person who's giving up?
I'm done.
But don't worry, I'll be happy.
Is happy not what you wanted me to be?
Sorry.
I let you down.
I let myself down.
I'm sorry.
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PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
