She was the girl who had no problems.
She was the girl who was always laughing.
And she was the girl who could make anyone smile.
But she was also the girl who was slowly breaking.
She was the girl who was drowning in her mind.
And she was the girl who kept it bottle up inside.
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~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...
