Why do we have to be cruel to ourselves
Why do I look in the mirror everyday
And wish for death
Why does my life not matter
Why does my heart scream to stop beating
I don't understand...
You can be happy
Yet I can't...
All I want back is my ambition...
My drive...
My life...
My mind lacks control
And my heart lacks direction
Piece by piece
I will rise again like a pheonix
From the ashes
My life will turn around
All I have to do...
Is stop being so cruel...
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
