depression
Pain is all I feel
even tho I dont feel it at all.
Its sad that even when you hurt yourself you dont feel anything.
you become so used to tears rolling down your cheeks that you hardly feel them anymore.
You get so depressed that you have to see your own blood dripping off your skin.
one cut, Two cuts, three cuts, four, next thing you know your already on the floor
bleeding out, crying, wishing anyone could save you, wishing anyone would love you,
but deep downyou know that no-one will and no-one does.Dont let this become your
life. Remember to put up a fight. Dont tell yourself it is all a game cause you will be
okay.You just have to be smarter than your own brain.
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