Do you know what it's like?
To be trapped in your own mind?
To hate yourself more than you could ever imagine?
To have nobody care?
To feel alone?
To feel empty?
To not want anything to do with the world?
To have your whole family hate you?
To cut yourself to just remember you can still feel?
To have suicidal thoughts?
To cry yourself to sleep?
To just want to shut off from the world?
To just want to end it all?
To care about someone only to get hurt in the end?
To rise only to fall?
To mess with everything?
To live with regrets?
To ruin everything?
To take all the blame?
To feel so low?
To feel depressed?
Do you know what it feels like?
well, I would say it hurts.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
