God dammit see what you've done i cant say this enough i will say this until the day i die i write poems about this depression I'm rotting in a corner and my skin is gonna fall off my flesh i don't eat as much as i used to hoping i will die I'm failing every class and my teachers are starting to wonder they all say we know your smart you just don't try and my answer to them is always its because i want to die. I'm waiting for someone to shoot me or someone to kill me in my sleep i hate living this life.
