When you are depressed life is too long.
You wish for the end and call into the void of sleep and death to take you.
Surrounded by people talking, laughing and living but you feel an overwhelming feeling pulling you away and ripping you away from day to day life.
I've given up trying to survive.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
