sometimes you can't control how worthless you feel,
its like looking into a mirror and seeing yourself when you were little,
then what you look like now,
with mascara running down your face,
scars along your wrists,
cuts on your belly, and
slashes on your thighs,
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darkened souls | depression rants | book 1 | completed
RandomDarkened Souls; basically a depression poetry sorta thing. this book is not intended to be written to please others, not to gain attention and pity. not to make myself more depressed this is simply me jotting...
