Emo

I lost myself...
A very long time ago
Too long to remember,
Too long to recall
I used to be of good
Now im stuck with depression
Smoke feels so good
But cuttings my main addiction
Feeling sad
is like a hobby for me,
Crying at night,
till my eyes cannot see
Recalling the bad memories
And leaving the good,
They think that im weird
But they never understood
Depression is an art
A beauty for me
Darkness and pain
Is all i see...

(i didnt really know what to entitle this poem with but yeah x-x)
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