You know what I want? What I really want? I don't want to be here. I want to be at home, I want to be alone. I want to be alone, just me and a blade. I want to cut. I want to cut and cut and cut and cut and cut and cut until I don't feel it anymore. Until I don't feel anything anymore. Then when I have no tears left to cry I want to go to sleep. I want to sleep and never wake up. That's what I want. But no, I stay with you with a smile on my face acting like I want to be here.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
