The things you say
And the things you mean
Are not the same
They never have beenYou say you love me
You say it loud
But you don't mean it
You want them to think that you're proudIn reality you hate me
Always have, always will
You want to shove me in a box
And throw it in a landfillI know that you don't want me
Nobody here does
And that's why this happens
These moments of "just because"Just because you hate me
Just because you don't want me around
Just because I'm worthless
I shouldn't make a soundSpeaking makes things worse
I found that out the hard way
So I can't defend myself
And I end up not wanting to stayI don't want to be here anymore
I'm sick of you not caring how I feel
I'm tired of forcing a smile, a laugh
Because "My depression isn't real"I'm done faking
I'm done lying
I'm sick of hurting
I want to be dyingBut you don't care
You think I'm faking
Well guess what honey?
My heart is achingI'm scarring my body
Staining my skin
Starving myself
Because "I should be thin"But nothing appeases you
Nothing matters
You've left my body broken
And my mind in tattersI hope it was worth it
I hope you had fun
I hope that you're happy
Because NowI
Am
Done
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Depressing Short Stories/Poems
RandomSome short stories/poems I wrote to vent a little bit. WARNING: Will contain mentions of suicide, suicide attempts, cutting, etc. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. All characters are my own.