Friends
The ones I have are fading faster than my scars
I have so few now
And they'd probably not even notice me gone
They've got their own groups of friends
They get along with better than they do with me
It's not like they'd be alone if something ever happened to me
They've got each other for comfort and for grief
I barely communicate with them while we're apart, so what's the use?
Why don't I just pull the trigger and set myself loose
My friends probably wouldn't notice
If I went missing
Not the kind of missing for a missing persons ad
But the kind of missing where I no longer have the possibility of coming back
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Feelings
PoetrySome poetry about my depression, self harm, being suicidal, and social anxiety that I've written. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book of my poetry is not to support or glorify self harm, suicide, or mental illnesses such as depression and social anxiety in...
