Why Do I Even Try

Why do I even try
When all I want to do is cry
With each step that I take
I continually feel as if I’m going to break
I don’t want to live here anymore
This world has taken everything that I adore
Why does this always happen to me
Why can’t anybody see
The pain I feel is unbearable
Pain most people couldn’t even handle
I’m sick of everybody trying to pull me down
I’m sick of everybody trying to make me frown
Why do I even try
When all I want to do is die

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Well, I'm a 15 year old living with my Father. I've had some depression in my past and I take control of it by writing poems. Most of my poems will be depressing. So, if you're looking for something happy to read then you came to the wrong place. I hope to get some feedback from you guys so I can become a more advanced writer! Thank you :)
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Sahana
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Deep emotions of disdain and dejection brought so well and clearly!

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