Don't force me to see the pretty things in life.
That makes me realize you aren't one of them.
Don't make me think happy thoughts.
It makes me want to get rid of them.
Don't make me think about how far I have come.
It makes me realize I would have done everyone a favor if I had killed myself.
Don't wipe my tears away.
They keep coming back.
Don't cut my mouth into a smile.
The blood is ruining the carpet.
Don't whisper lullabies in my ear.
It's making me hate your voice.
Don't feed me dinner.
It makes me love the taste of pills.
Don't buy me things.
I sharpen them and cut myself.
Don't listen to my cries at night.
I'm not use to being heard.
Don't put make up on me.
It makes me notice how much I need it.
Don't clean my room.
I can't find my blades at midnight.
Don't give me compliments.
I can feel the vomit coming up through your throat.
Don't hold my hand.
I wanna run to the street.
Don't make me speak.
I have too much anxiety.
Don't treat me like you love me.
I know you want to kill me.
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-Thoughts of a Depressed Teen- (How Abnormal)
PoesiaI don't talk to anyone, journals are boring, so here I am, expressing my thoughts and feelings to strangers to help me cope with anxiety, depression and my insecurities over how amazing my girlfriend is. Join in on the fun by reading and sighing w...
