I'm tired of people. I'm so much tired of people. Everywhere I turn, I find someone misunderstanding me, someone judging me, and someone pissing me off. It's not my fault that I have anxiety and depression, it's not my fault that I'm not getting the help I deserve. And mostly it's not my fault you're uneducated about mental illness, and unlike normal human beings, I would prefer it if I just disappeared from this world. Depression is a part of me now, and it needs to be accepted. I can't explain why I feel down all of sudden, can't explain why I get lonely faster than others, and how sensitive I am to things surrounding me. My aura is mixed black and white, and I'm sorry but that's just me. Depression is me.
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
