Everyone is not here for a purpose. Everyone doesn't have to be here. I believe I'm one of those people. If I was here for a purpose I wouldn't put myself down as much as I do. I have problems with my choice in words. I say things then I regret them later on that day. I lie about my feelings to much. I abuse all of my friend ships. By either my actions, choice of words, or trying to fit in the wrong crowd. Everything I do is a mistake. When people say suicide isn't an answer I don't believe them. I say things and don't think about how others will be feeling. But if I do think about their feelings I overthink them. That doesn't help at all. When I overthink it messes up everything. Pain is just a four letter word, but it hurts so much to think about. Feelings is an eight letter word. It's twice as big. Those hurt the most. I put myself down only because I'm not the only one who does. It probably doesn't make sense. One person say something bad about me everything just breaks down. I drown the world out with music and depression. My heart.... it's feeling like it wants to explode into a million pieces. I don't know how to fix any of it. I need help but can't find it no where.
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Poetryhow i feel on a regular..................... this all happened bcuz of school........................... life. Death. Happy. Sad. Feeling written up and are gonna be put in this. Enjoy😬
