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J_G_2023
14/F I'm a very depressed person I have gone through so much and held it together but I finally broke. I'm here for anyone that needs someone to talk to.
My pain has become anger, Im angry at myself, Im angry at the world, You hurt me, And got away with it, You got to make me feel pain, You got to take all my happiness, You took my joy. Im tired of letting you win, I wanna make you feel the pain I feel, Im done, goodbye
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Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
Anger
How is it fair I'm stuck in the past, how is it fair that you get to move on, I can find some else sure, but I won't love them as much as I love you. How is it fair that you dont get to take the pain, why am I the one who gets hurt, why do I have to lose everything I love, why do I have to be the one that cries myself to sleep, all because I love you. Why did you lie to me, you promised forever, then you left, said you'd wait, but now you dont love me. and how am I the bad person for telling how I feel, I feel hurt, I feel betrayed, you lied, so **** you.
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Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
Because of you
She cries, The day becomes a blur, She begs for death, She hurts, She's in pain, The scars on her wrist, She imagines her death, She doesn't wanna feel the pain anymore. She lies, Wears a fake smile, She hates life, She hates everyone, Everyone is leaving her, Only 14 and wants to die.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
Untitled
She pictures her death, The rope hung on a tree. The words you said, The lies you've told, The rumors you spread, The hurtful thought you put in her head, They all become the rope. This is everyone's fault, the people she asked for help, And told her "you're fine", The people who hurt her the most. It all becomes the rope, The rope she uses to end her own life.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
The Rope
This is the sad reality, She cries in front of everyone, But no one notices, No cares. Shes abused, Not physically but emotionally. She never knew, How sad is that, How sad is the truth, That she’s broken. No one tells her they love her, She doesn’t want to live this reality. But this is it. This is her reality. She sits silently in the classroom, Tries her hardest not to cry, The voices tell her, She’s not good enough, Lies go threw her head. Hurtful words slip in, She tries to ignore it, But it is hard. She believes the voices, She knows it true. She barely eats, She can’t sleep, She hates being home, The screaming, The abuse, She cant handle it.
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:30 AM UTC
Sad Reality
People say depression is a fake smile, You say “I’m fine” when you’re not, That’s not the whole truth. They say anxiety makes you feel worthless, It does but that’s not the whole truth. Depression is when you feel sad a lot, Its when the simplest thing can break you. You’re too tired to do anything. Anxiety is feeling worthless, Or like no one loves you, Or no one cares, No matter how hard you try to tell your self you matter, Anxiety gives fake evidence that no one cares. Anxiety makes you worry, It makes you do many things. And having both is complete hell.
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
The Truth
I can't wait to feel your lips on mine To be in your arms To see you, face to face To cuddle with you. I want to spend forever with you, To be able to wake up next to you, To be to go to sleep beside you every day, I want you forever. Your insecurities, Your messes, I want it all if I can have u. To have Your beautiful face to wake up to. I love all and everything about you.
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
Forever
She laid with her head in the water, The voices kept repeating, "6 minutes, 6 minutes, 6 minutes. Over and over again. The scariest part is, It takes 6 minutes to drown. She pulls her head out of those thoughts, But the voices bring her back, 6 minutes, 6 minutes, 6 minutes.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
6 minutes
What if I told I like you? Would you stop talking to me? Would you stay with her? Would you hate me? What if I told you I like it when you hold my hand? Would you laugh? Would you smile? Would you call me crazy? Or would you grab my hand? What if? I ask my self should I tell you? Or should I hide it?
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
What If?
When I hold your hand I'm not being friendly. When you say her name you don't see my jealousy. When I go to you because I'm hurt I trust you. there is something I want to to tell you but I can't, Because you are with her I can't tell you I have feelings for you. She hurt me and I don't want her to hurt you. I tell you everything, You're more beautiful than a pearl. As I sit here and write this you're in front of me, But you don't realize that I Love You.
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
You Don't See