tw: possibly s**cide
You look me in the eyes
and suddenly start to cry
you tell me all your issues
while i just pass you tissues
i'm always here for you
when your world is blue
but when it comes to me
you just get up and flee
i get treated like shit
but people still call me "it"
i have feelings too
but you just see right through
i wanna run away from this
but im just some stupid therapist
this is not how i want to live
i fear i have nothing left to give
it would be easier if i was gone
and as i stand on the ledge
all that's left
is three, two, one.
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Poetry To Help Express My Feelings
Poetryim not good at poetry at all but it's something relaxing that helps me figure out what im feeling and maybe it could help other people too idk
