(15)

My words mean a lot to me so I won't waste then explaining how I feel knowing you don't care. Tears getting ready to flow knowing in my head I gave up. No more worrying, no more of nothing. I am worthless, I am nothing. I. Am done not giving a care in the world. What I look like caring for someone other than myself, shit I'm only (15) have of my life I lived was taken from me... now I have a Responsibility.
I said I'm not talking because my words mean a lot, so how did these woeds form upon this paper? I'm lost trying to find away to get better.

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