With every living breath, I beg for death.

Into my skin I engraved a heart,
A lingering reminder, despite the years we've spent apart.

There's so much that I must be.
Why can't I just be me?

If you're living a lie you have no reason to complain that nobody understands the real you.

A curved scar lies across my heart,
A love so strong has left a mark.

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She spent her life crying, wondering why he never noticed her when she was right in front of him the whole time.

Turns out he was longsighted.

Depression is not about wanting to kill yourself, it is about being unable to see the point of going on with life.