No I'm not okay.
I'm borken,
I'm a mess,
I'm missing the most important pieces, I will never be whole.
I will never be okay.
"Worhtless" repeats in my mind as I tell 'em I'm depressed and they say "yeah, I know how you feel". I say nothing but in reality I want to scream "No, fuck you, you don't know shit". Never feeling good enough.
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Dark Poems
شِعرIt's funny how when you stub your toe, ot hurts like hell. But it when you slide a blade against your wrist, thigh, stomach, etc., it makes you feel good.