Why talk when nobody listens?
I wanted to kill myself and you were yelling about dirty dishes..
I'm so alone. Like, all the time.
We don't even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.. - Charles Bukowski
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YOU ARE READING
~Fucked up world~
Poetry"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
