I've let them go.
I no longer have friends.
They just don't really know that.
I'll help them in their hard times
Because I don't want them to get as low as me.
I'll continue to help them until I'm no longer here.
Even then, I'll have notes for each of them.
To tell them to make things right, to not let themselves get too low, to say it wasn't their faults.
It wasn't and will never be. It will be my decision whether I go or stay.
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Dark Poems
PoezjaMy poems about depression, self harm, suicide, anxiety, and anorexia. Things I think about. Maybe a glimpse of what runs through my over active mind. Anxiety is probably the reason I have these thoughts. I write them down just to write them down. Ma...
