sometimes i'm just so fucking done.
i'm so fucking numb.
ready to end it all.
but she keeps me here.
i really don't wanna do it anymore.
i might try to get a therapist.
but that might make it worse.
i don't know.
"i'm a mess i'm depressed"-gnash.
i'm struggling to breathe right now.
update later.
peace.
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Poetryjust some sad poetry that i write at random hours of the day and night. now here's my emotions.
