Who am I


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

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  • Aislinn Wilson

    I'm struggling with this too. I wish you the best. Well said.

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