It feels like I'm losing my mind again.
And I sit there thinking,
will this survival ever end
so that life can begin?
When I'm spoken to,
I don't know what to say.
And everytime I open my mouth to speak,
I fumble, feeling embarrassed
and not wanting to talk ever again.
I can't focus,
making people repeat what they said,
and then making them feel like
something's seriously wrong with me.
I wait for things to change,
because existing feels difficult
with each day passing by,
and everyday is the fucking same thing:
Surviving.
And I want to be left alone.
Because I keep losing it,
I go mad,
pushing people away,
and hurting the ones I love.
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Hey readers, I know it's been long since I've posted here. I apologize for that. I'm actually doing good these days, after so so long I genuinely am feeling happy. And it does not feel wrong to be happy. It feels...good. It feels like after so many dark days, I finally deserve it, and I'm happy.
I hope you're doing well too!
:)
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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...
