Thinking myself as much less than I am.
Things make me want to symbolically shoot myself.
Protesting I want with tears. Loathing all the attitudes.
I only want to get to people that I love.
And fall into their arms. To serve them. Please.
Wanting to die for every thing I say. I want you to feel sorry for me,
as I want to feel sorry for myself.
My problem is that I don't know how to ask for help.
Thinking makes me cry.
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