It all fills my mind. Killing me inside slowly. I'm suffering ; my mind. It keeps popping up even when I try to step out the darkness I'm drowning in. I have constantly messed up. I have constantly disappointed. I have constantly overstepped my boundaries. My memory, though my memory is short, the things I have done have always stayed. The scars in my mind, on my hand, on my legs, feet, I regret the things I've done to people. The things I've done to myself yet I can't stop. It won't leave me. I'll always be guilty and the thing is, I'm all alone. No one. I'm a monster. I tried to be better but I keep failing. Who am I? I'm sorry. I don't know who this person anymore. I'm afraid of who I am, who I have become. Why must depression be the result? What is wrong with me? I want to leave. Let me leave. Can't u see i just want to leave?
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Depression ✔
PoetryThis is just my escape. I'm sorry if this doesn't please you. I wrote all this down on my own then typed it. I apologize to anyone if I have your writing. I made all these up on my own while alone. If it was already published somewhere, I didn't kn...
