I feel like crying. I can never cease these thoughts of dying.
I might seem happy, but trust me I'm not. Some people fake it like a robot.
I feel so empty and broken. I feel like I'm so outspoken.
No one is listening. I feel like when I speak, It's nothing but the wind whistling.
I'm starting to hate the way that I cope. It's hang from the clouds or hang from a rope.
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Author:
KayDied (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Just do the best you can.... so many feel this way and are still here.
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