• This contains heavy talk of suicide and self harm. If you are in anyway triggered by that I suggest you don't read. This is a serious topic and I refuse to sugarcoat any of this. I do not condone any of the actions of thoughts that I have/do. Seek immediate help if you are in danger. Continue reading at your own risk. •
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I don't know what to feel anymore. I'm so sad so angry so stressed so tired. I don't know. I just know that I'm not happy.
Why do you never defend me? Why do you never tell him something? Why am I always the target for you both? It's not fair. I want to be happy for once. I want to be loved in my own fucking house. I want to go a few days without wanting or planning to fucking kill myself. I was so close today. I could've done it. I held it in my hands and I was going to do it.
Why is it always him over me? Why is he treated so much better than I am? Why does he always get whatever the fuck he wants? If you didn't want me, why didn't you just get rid of me? Maybe I'll do that for you. I'll get rid of myself.
There's so many I can't count them all. Big ones little ones shallow ones deep ones. All over. I'm so sorry
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Book of thoughts
PoetryThis is me venting because I have a lot of feelings and I can't handle them. Some of this is in poem form. Some is NSFW
