I won't be on on weekends or in the summer.
Why do I have to be so depressed?
Why can't I never be okay?
Am I even good Enough?
I want to be loved.
I know I can never be loved.
Will I ever be normal?
Why is everyone so perfect?
Why was I even born into this messed up world?
I want to be alright.
I don't want to feel this pain anymore.
I want to go.
Why won't the good Lord take me?
This pain is too much to bear.
I am so sorry; I want to die.
These thoughts I have everyday.
The Depressed Thoughts I've Gotten So Used 2. Useless Days, Lonely Nights.
Fights With My Own Soul Thus I'm Constantly Hopeless.
Stress All Throughout This Mess Called Life.
Knife 2 My Wrist, Gun 2 My Head. Suicidal Thoughts 2 Overly Deal With.
Myth Of Hapiness, Factual Natures Of Sadness.
Distress Of Spirit That No1 Else Really Cares Of.
Laugh, If U Want 2, @ The Depressing Thoughts.
- Authors: Abby Rose Wise (Pseudonym), Broken Ankh
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 31st, 2023 11:30
- Limit: 11 stanzas
- Invited: Friends (users on his/her list of friends can participate)
- Category: Sad
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