As i took a slice, the blood flowed over my arm, the numbness felt good, i took another for all the hurtfull things u say, another for being a burden, another for being a useless peice of shit, another for being a failure, and another just to take the pain away. I cry that i have failed everyone, i am a loner, a loser, a nobody.
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depressing thoughts
Puisithis about how i struggle through my bullying, fake friends, and suicidal thoughts. its about the poems i wrote in that time. i hope u will enjoy. if u ever feel depressed or suicidal, just conact me, my door is always open.
