My mother told me this morning that I need to be more happy.
But it's hard to be happy when:
You're depressed. You're numb. You're suicidal. You're in the wrong body. And it's definitely hard to he happy when you're isolated because of the people who said you could trust them.
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The Darkness Is Swallowing Me
PoetryA collection of my poems that I wrote about depression, self harm, suicide, and life.
