I don't want it to seem like I'm blaming my family for my depression but they are the reason it's so bad. These are the people that are supposed to make everything better, they are the ones that are supposed to make me happy. But they end up doing the opposite. They make me cry and cut and cry some more. And people say "they wouldn't do anything to hurt you if they knew it made you hurt yourself" but they do know and they still end up cutting me the deepest.
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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
