I can't stand the fact that I am so broken
All the time
Always drowning myself
In self hate
And i can't stand
Always putting others before myself
And I can't stand
Being hungery
Although it's self-inflicted hunger
I can't stand
My scars
Even though
They are the most beautiful things
In the world
And I can't stand
The fact that I am killing myself slowly
And that I can't do anything about it
that no one can see the pain that I'm in
I can't stand
The way you look at her
And the way see looks at you
I can't stand
The fact
That there are
Millions over other people
That feel like me
And I can't do anything to change it
But most of all
I can't stand
The fact
That I hate my perfect life so much
That I would end it.
In a heartbeat.
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Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
