The Truth About the World
Life is so messed up
I say in my mind
Giving up on everything
Thinking the world was made unkind
No friends to see
Or say hi to me
I start to hurt myself thinking
That
The pain will dull inside
But instead my depression
Only cause me a betta place to hide
Thinking why I'm doing this
To myself
To then stop in realize
I can't somehow reach help
So to try to help myself
I try to find someone who would listen
To what I have to say
But no one even gave me the time of day
So I stopped doing these horrible things
To myself
And soon come to realize there is nothing wrong
With me
But the world it self that needs help
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