Makes me want to kill myself,
Makes me do things i shouldn't,
Makes me sorry for my self,
Makes me stop eating,
Makes me smoke more,
Makes my life a living hell.
I cut because:
It makes me take control,
It makes me feel my pain on the outside,
It makes me remember how painful life truly is.
Depression is different for every person.
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