I hope I die this weekend
I just don't want to live anymore
I always knew life would be tough
But, my life will always be impossible
It will be worse than I ever imagined
Even without depression
It would be terrible
Who I am leads to a struggle
If I make a mistake now
It could lead to misery for the rest of my life
I don't want to go through this
I don't want to find out if I mess up
I hope I die this weekend
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Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
