Why//poem

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Why do i do this to myself?

Digging and digging myself into a deeper and deeper hole,

Praying that i could gain the strength

To dig myself back out.


Why can't I let myself be happy?

All the times with friends,

While they're laughing and joking,

There i am,

Choking back sobs and pretending.

Always fucking pretending.


Why don't I let myself be helped?

Therapists, parents, friends, family,

All trying and trying.

But i keep pushing them away.


Why don't people realize

Just how fucked up I am?

Screaming, lashing out, or hiding away,

bleeding, bleeding, bleeding

Until i feel myself wasting into nothing

Bit

By

Bit.


Why don't I just let go?

I keep climbing and climbing

This mountain of pain.

I keep falling and falling

Though i don't know what from.

I keep running from what i need,

From what's healthy,

From help,

From happiness,

From what's true,

From myself.

From the monster

That I am. 

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