I think that I have so many friends but at the end of the day no one really ever talks to me. Even when I make it clear that I'm hurting they will just look at me then ignore me some more. Maybe one day they will miss me like I miss them. One day they're going to wish that they were there for me. Because I am usually the only one there for them. One day I won't be around to help them the way I needed help.
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Depression and self harm quotes and poems.
PoésieNot all of these are mine. So I do not take any credit for the ones I didn't write. WARNING:Some content could be triggering. If you are easily triggered PLEASE DO NOT READ.
