The thought of you loving someone else kills me. Everything you said because lies and your no longer the person I fell in love with. So sorry for leaving but I'm really sick of the pain I'm going through just so your happy. Maybe it's for the best. If someone else makes you happy then I don't want to mess that up. I get in the way all the time and I talk to much and I'm fat, so why would you won't me. I'm going to go away in tell I'm 160 at least and if you love me then maybe things will change. If you still don't love me maybe 120 and if that doesn't work 90 and if that's not good enough 80 and if I'm still not worth it I will at least die beautiful.
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Depression
PoetryThis is just going to be Things I write when I am sad or depressed.....can be all kinds of things but sometimes it can be triggering to someone recovering from depression or self harm. DO NOT read if you are sensitive when it comes to reading things...
