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podgeann ann


How Is It To Feel To Want To Die


How it is to feel you want to die

Feeling of sorrow

Feeling of anger

Feeling of pain

Feeling of no worth

Feeling it would be better off dead

Feeling no one listens

Feeling no one cares

Feeling you can't do it any longer

Feeling enough is enough

Feeling that the wall keeps falling

Feeling you dig and dig and you still fail

Feeling there is only one way to stop all the feelings

Is to die

Submitted: Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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  • John Westlake (4/14/2014 8:52:00 PM)

    I'm here if you want to talk. You shouldn't die just yet. You've only just begun you collection (Report) Reply

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