You say that I'm a cut above the rest
But only the cutting part makes any sense
How could you love someone if they talk like I speak?
Everytime I say something it ends with a squeak
It's embarrasing, which is why I can't face the truth
But isn't reality hard for everyone to accept in this youth?
My mother told me to count and take deep breaths
But only these knives relieve my strong stress
What is this feeling? It's certainly not love
But it's so sickeningly upsetting that d̴̻̯̼̟̫̓̽̂e̸̡̾a̸̘̦̍́ť̷̞͝͝h̴͔̲͂̊̒ is all I can think of
Is it depression or is it insanity? Who knows?
But it seems cutting is where my happy place goes
Stress
Stress
Stress
ℓσνє becomes IᑎᔕᗩᑎITY
What is this i'm feeling?
Am I really going 𝖒𝖆𝖉?
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Where is the feeling of happiness
Long ago I once had?
Please, somebody help me
I do not understand
What is this i'm feeling??
ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴꜱᴀɴɪᴛʏ'ꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ?
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DDLC Poems - Poems Written From DDLC's Perspective
PoetryThese are all written from different character's perspectives- it will say who in each heading.
