Bright and happy....
Sad and dark....
How can two aspects of my life be so different
One is using bright colors
The other is battling depression
Sometimes it calms me when these two worlds collide
It's bittersweet
It's enchanting
It's confusing
Maybe I should find a port in the storm
Between the world of Literature and the world of Arts
I hate that I feel intense pain
And so cold when I'm bursting to the rims with anger
You frustrate me so much
You also scare me like a child
Once upon a time I shall write the final note to self
The note that will be different then all the others
All I want is to process my feelings
All I want is to not feel numb
What I want is hope for the future
Is that too much to ask for....
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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...
