Unshackle me please,
From the woman I've become.
I want to be free,
I don't want to be here.
And I can't change myself.
I must leave here,
And never return.
There's no point,
Not with people like this in the world.
I can't write poems,
I can't run the marathon,
I can't do maths,
All the things I used to love.
Hurting you was hard,
But I had to leave.
My tears are now yours
But that's what I needed
In order to be free.
I'm sorry,
My selfishness drove me crazy,
To the point of death
And self destruction.
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5/4/15
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Poems collection -Self harm (trigger warning)
RandomPoems about depression. And possibly more than that... I don't really know...
