It’s official , I reached the boiling point.
I should relax , probably roll up a joint.
Seriously though, for real it’s actually bad.
Trying so hard to be happy only to overwhelm myself and be sad.
I’m sorry now , I have to go ghost .
You know what hurts the most .
Talking about this.
Writing about it and still end up feeling like shit.
For those who think of me doing something dumb.
Don’t worry I’m not, that’s not at all fun.
I’m writing this poem as a note.
At the moment , I don’t see any hope.
Don’t give on me please okay.
Even though its bad , please try to stay.
I have to go away for my own mental stability.
How I can’t I help anyone else if I can’t help me?
So please understand why i do this and what it means.
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