What right do I have to be depressed? To have anxiety? To be sad when this is all I'm going through? What right do I have when there are others in the world that are going through worse? I deserve this because I brought this upon myself. I'm the reason why. The difference is that other people don't deserve it, while I do. I believed I deserved this, that nobody should help me out of this dark, never ending pit...
Until I met him,
Until he showed me what it truly felt like to feel loved
Until he showed me what light was
Warning:
Contains
- self harm/thoughts
- abuse
-mention of death
-mental health
-slight angst
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