Depression

November 22, 2015

I cry myself to sleep at night

Not feeling loved at all

Nobody sees how my light has dimmed

How I tear myself apart

I don’t feel special

I feel ugly and unwanted

Other girls call me worthless

I am depression

I destroy myself

I can never be happy

Everyone sees me cry

They want me to die

Yet I remain strong

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