I'm lonely. I have never been asked out and I've been lied to when I told someone I liked them and they said they couldn't date. I don't want to live when I feel like a burden. I cry myself to sleep and cut myself to know I'm alive and that this isn't a dream. When i wake up I wake up into a nightmare. It's something that I only can escape by dying. I can't talk to my OWN family well so at gatherings I sit in the corner watching YouTube. One day I will kill myself and won't regret it. I know others will be filled with glee because I was a waste of space and their time. No one cared about me and that's the real thing that killed me. I'm sorry for being born. I'm sorry for wasting a life that someone else could've had. Im sorry for being a fuck up that no one wants. I'm SORRY FOR EXCISTING.
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Depression
PoetryI type what i feel in here. Some are poems. Some arent. I have another account if some seems familiar. Please dont read this if its gonna trigger you or make you want to do somethin bad. Go ahead and message me if wants to talk. Can be whatever you...
