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As I hang their helplessly my legs dangling like string I am a puppet in which the show is my demise a hand in my death and I’m the one who did it no one to blame but myself and the the world and in which the ways it works and as I hang their about to die I wonder why... why, why am I here why is this happing to me is it better this way is it better to die..... and as this thoughts fill me head I ignore them and instead think when, when will it happen will I hang here forever will another hand come and save me.
- Charles
And that was what it felt to be depressed and if you ever feel this way go talk to Someone that can help you Stay safe and be kind my potato’s love u all

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