This battle is always far from over
My mind is a constant war zone
Between overcoming the challenges faced before me...
Or allowing these awful feelings destroy me
My heart can't tell me where to go
My mind is fuzzy and scared from the shock
My body screams for the grave
With the longing for death in my bones
My soul screams that I need to keep going
But....
I am so tired
I just want to give up
I know I'm not alone
I know that I can be stronger then this
But...
All I can think about is...
What if I'm better off....
Being dead...
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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...
