Poem (5)
❝ It all hurts. It all feels sad. Everything was heavy. Everyone is just curious and does not really care. I'm depressed. Too much pressure. I'm stress. Too many thoughts. I hate myself who can not do anything well. I hate myself. Everything is getting heavier. I want to stop. I do not want to think about anything. I want to be free of the monster inside me. If indeed I can not be free of that monster, I really do not want to live. I want to end it. ❞ -mldhn