There's no day when I'm not stressed out.
There are days I make myself work till my last breath.
I'm numb cause I'm tired to feel anything else.
Even when I'm resting, I'm not.
The worries trickle into my dreams
Giving me nightmares.
I tell myself to not do it,
But I wake up and do it all again.
Perhaps it's the only way I know to live,
Or how I'm wired in my brain.
Somehow, I'm never enough for me.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
