"Breathe and remember you've been in this place before and survived"
No. I didn't survive. You can't call it that. Yeah, sure I'm sitting here breathing. But I'm not really here. I died years ago. The person standing here talking to you isn't even a person at all. I'm an empty shell of a once happy girl. I sit here and think about how easy it would be if I wasn't here at all. And trust that's the best part.
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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
