Is it depressing that I have an urge to burn my hands after putting them in ice cold water?
Is it depressing that I want to gouge out my eyes with plastic butter knives?
Is it depressing that both me and my love life have split personalities?
Is it depressing that I am alone on these thoughts?
Is it depressing that I had Twenty One personalities that abused me?
Is it depressing that I'm a fake?
Is it depressing that to honor my lovers name, I lie about it?
Is it depressing that I wont even admit I'm suicidal?
Is it depressing that I work so hard in trying to make everyone happy, yet fail?
Is it depressing that if I post this, no one would care?
Is it depressing that I'm so lonely, not even my diffrent personalities would talk to me?
Is it depressing that I'm manically insane?
Is it depressing that I can't make my lover feel happiness?
Is it depressing that I just don't care?
And finally, is it depressing that YOU don't care?
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The Judgment of Regal
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