I'd like to bid my farewell to the world
As I'm leaving this living hell soon
It seems as though no one gives a shit about me anymore
So why keep on living for the sake of three people
When I'm related to none of them
And I never talk to them, anyways
It's not like they'd be all alone without me
They'd just be short one of their many friends
And so it'd make no difference if I were to end my boring story,
My shit-hole of a life,
The thing I wish I didn't have
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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...
