These past few weeks have been miserable.
I'm tired of my illness.
I hate feeling useless.
And I'm fucking sick of you entering my thoughts.
Will it ever end?
Is this part of the disease?
Can't I just have one night of peaceful sleep?
This is completely stupid.
I've dealt with pain before.
Why do you get to linger and somehow piss on my day?
I'm ready to kill this part of my brain.
But not ready to kill this part of myself.
I don't want to remember.
I'm not strong enough to forget.
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Author:
Wilted (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2019 22:55
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
'but not ready to kill this part of myself - beautiful. You show us that through the struggle there is strength, hope even.
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