Feelings

I feel weak
I feel exhausted
My eyes burn from all the tears and all the times I wipe them away
I feel tired
I feel hurt
I feel lost
I feel as if physical pain would be better than this
I want to take sleeping pills
I want to jump off something
Life's unfair
I hate myself
I hate my life

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