Getting Worse

That feeling of giving up,

Of finding a way to end this depression.

To end my suffering...

I struggle to smile...

I'm getting worse,

Though you might not realize it.

It would be nice to have no feelings at all..

To live a life where all that mattered was you future,

Not your differences.

This is not a cry for help..

I'm done crying for help,

I waited too long..

The End

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