Writing down everything I cant say out loud

  So im having to control everything now.

My anger and my depression.

Its getting hard for me now and I dont know what to do. I cant give up on life and all I can do is stumble forward in hope for a clear future. Keep on making new starts and then falling over. Im empty where my heart should be and I no longer cry blood from my arms but tears from my eyes though I hate it. But I must do it. I must struggle forward in what feels like a jungle of misunderstanding. Guess I cant have everyone agree with how im feeling. I wish I could, but is that selfish? 

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