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.

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-mldhn