Please make me whole
No one ever notices.
No one ever listens.
My words mean nothing.
My emotions mean nothing.
I mean nothing.
I am worthless.
I am not good enough.
I am not what anyone wanted.
So why am I here?
Why must I continue with my pathetic excuse of a life?
Why must I live when I feel dead inside?
Why am I still here?
Why?
I just want it to stop.
I want everything to stop.
I want to stop crying.
I want to stop hurting.
I just want to feel whole.
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Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
