i can't escape.
i'm living in a prison of my own making.
i'm trapped inside my mind
with thoughts that are trying to destroy me.
everyday i'm fighting the same battle with myself,
while also starting new ones.
i'm tired and exhausted.
i feel empty and bored.
i feel numb and overwhelmed.
i shut out the world around me
only to let the voices take over.
i hate how i act.
i hate how i think.
i hate how i live.
i direct all of the blame onto myself,
for reasons i'm still trying to figure out.
this can't keep going on.
i don't want to,
i cannot keep this up much longer.
someone needs to say something
before it's too late.
-yes, this is a cry for help.
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the beauty of darkness
Poetry'why is it that i'm drawn to the darkness,' 'you almost saved me, but in the end, i was too far gone" a poetry book that explains all the things i never know how to say. i hope you can understand me after this. [#3 deeppoems 2/5/21] [#1 deeppoetry 1...
