And now they're confused
"What did I do?"
Everything
Just everything. You made me doubt myself. Encouraged me to start self-harming. I loved you so much. With all my heart and soul. But I guess, you don't know love at all.
The reasons you're like this can't be counted on one hand. But does that still mean I have to stay with you? Be ever so kind to you and pretend to feel loved just so.. you won't kill yourself? Just so that you will feel loved? Is that really how my life is set to be? Living behind a wall, a wall of glass? It doesn't feel right.
But I can't live with the fact that I killed someone
I just can't
Call me weak
Call me stupid
I don't care anymore
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PoezieTW:// DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM, SOME TALK OF DEATH This book isnt something you'd want to read. I hope it isn't. It's just a piece of my mind shoved onto paper
