I 100% would've been lobotomized if I was around in the 1940s. In this short poem, I use words that I personally relate the repetitive nature of having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder feels like.
"Darling, all my masterpieces are tragedies" has never described anything I write better!
Good luck if you read this cause honestly that's just my mind there, can be a little confusing (:
In which two similar teens
meet in an online chat room
filled with
suicidal kids.
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Very, very loosely based on Sala samobójców (Suicide Room)
[Ashton Irwin fanfic]
*slow updates*
A letter to an abusive best friend, disclosing the abuse and sadness that people go through in friendships. Heartbreaking, and heart-wrenching. A must-read.