Oh great
Look what I've just gotten
Another terrible week to look forward to
Another terrible week filled with suicidal thoughts
And with each passing day more and more scars appear on my wrist
As the pressure of everyday life becomes too much for me to handle
And I feel like I'd rather die than waste another day in this living hell called junior high school
And the worst part?
This is a cycle
I go to bed on Sunday night, hoping to never wake up
Hoping to never spend another day in this shitty life of mine
But, sadly, I awaken the next day
And regret ever waking up
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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...
