I wrote a depressing poem and my teacher anonymously read it to the class. A few people guessed who wrote it but no one guessed what it meant. I later asked one of my friends what she thought it meant when I had to give her a ride home. She thought it was about an actual friend. That is, until I showed her my scars. My point is, no one really understands the things other people are going through if they don't go through it too. That probably sounds really confusing but you know what I mean. If you want to read the poem, it's in chapter 3 called "12:37 On a Friday Night"
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Depressing Quotes
Poezjaquotes about depression, suicide, cutting, self harming, and many more. One thing I know everyone that has ever been depressed hates so much, is people having the audacity to joke about killing themselves. SUICIDE ISN'T A FRUCKING JOKE YOU DUMB FEMA...
