If I were to die, would anyone cry, or might they smile?
If I were to leave, would anyone grieve?
If I were to harm myself, no one would even look my way.
Do I really have friends?
What are they for?
Being this empty inside, you'd say I've been completely alone.
Forget all the things, that I thought were true, childhood happiness, it is all through.
Real life is cruel.
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Depression || (Personal Poems and Short Stories)
PoetryHey guys, nice to see you. I'd like to thank anyone who is willing to read my poems and crap. Thank you. I'm not going to put my life story here, but I did go through depression for 6 years straight. My life was and is filled with misery and trage...
