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my life is a mess,

i believe it hopeless,

why am i this way?

a depressing sight.

 

my life has no meaning,

it is just a waste of time,

there are people that try to help me,

but really am i worth their effort?

 

why me i say to myself,

why must i suffer through this dreadful life?

i'm always trying to hide myself,

again i say why me?

 

i never used to be this way,

hiding from the truth,

dwelling in my darkness,

this just isn't the me i remember.

 

i used to be so happy,

be all about joy,

i used to love life,

never wanting it to end.

 

i used to love myself,

now i hate what i've become.

i can't see through the darknes,

how do my friends see the real me?

 

my mind is clowded,

full of memories of pain,

my mind is shrowded

full of times;

times i used to love,

times i used to enjoy

times i now wish i never came across.f

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Posted

I know what you mean.

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You know the moment when u read something and it describes exactly how u feel,and u feel like it was written for u even tho u have no clue who the person is and they don't know u exist,this is one of those moments....

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