"I love you"
How the hell did you expect me to respond to that? Huh? "I love you too?" No, I don't love you. How am I supposed to love you when I don't even love myself. I hate me so much and my brokenness is making me not be able to feel. I'm numb to everything. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up. But this isn't a fantasy world; this is the real world where I'm broken and my siblings are annoyed by my presence. This the real world where my depression is somehow a funny joke and when I cry, I'm annoying and loud. It's always my fault when I'm hurt because I'm a big fat crybaby. This is the real world where I take things too seriously and let them break me.
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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
