sometimes while in my head
I dive to deep
and when I get deep enough
I have trouble finding my way out
when I do get out if I get out
I can never be sure if its really me
or if my self destructive thoughts have taken over
even if I hide my depression and anxiety
if I try to ignore it, burying it deeper and deeper inside my brain
that it becomes a curtical part of me
if I try to get help
if I get better
will I still be me
- Author: Mary73223 ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2019 23:11
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I'm struggling with this too. I wish you the best. Well said.
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