The world is moving around me,
But I'm still in the same place as always.
Stuck, stuck in this bubble that's thinks nothing but sad thoughts,
And it won't pop.
I can't let go of my past,
I can't let go of the threats,
I can't just forget those nights.
Those nights where I just sat and cried,
Pondering wether to use them.
To use the scissors that cut through my skin before,
When I sat in the same place and cried.
Cried because of how ridiculous I am.
Cried because I thought I was loved.
Cried because I hate myself.
I hate myself.
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Short but yeah.
I know I don't have any real problems in life and my mom always says she loves me. But yeah everyone has that time when they just feel depressed.
I hope you liked this～♡
Just know that out there,
There's a girl called Ambra.
And she loves you a lot ♥
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(●•Sad Poems•●)
PoesíaJust some sad poems I feel like writing when I'm sad. Not all of them are sad, but most are. All of this is from past experiences, all the pictures are taken by me👏👏 lmao I'm "So good" at taking pictures.
