If I disappeared this morning would anyone miss me?
Am I truly loved or just a constant reminder of a mistake?
Why am I alive?
I'm insane, who would want me?
Im disgusting.
Why should I open up my broken door and let people in?
Maybe I will.
One day.
When I'm ready to commit my suicide.
For someone who I thought loved me.
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This was written yesterday 4:18 am and I'm not publishing this to get anyones sympathy but because I'm not ok and this is the only way I can tell people without anyone yelling at me.
-xXAnonymousEmoXx
P.s. Im sorry
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Tales Of Sadness (Editing)
PoetryThis is a collection of middle school writings some are cringy others are just my way of coping with emotions than I did at the time.
