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After all this time. I still don’t love myself.
I’m sitting here in tears because I know eventually I’m going to kill myself. It may not be today, tomorrow or a year from now but I know I will.
My karma. I don’t want to be with someone I can be with but can’t be with someone I want to be with.
I’ve been dead for a long time. You don’t have to kill yourself to die.
Why can’t I just be happy
I wrote a poem I’ll never read
I'm a functioning suicidalist
A suicide note never expires
There is beauty in sadness
I smoke weed to keep myself from cutting.