I thought I was okay
Thought I had nothing more to say
But my thoughts are killing me
Inner demons are tough to beat
I want to survive this hell inside my mind
I want to stop searching if I don't know what to find
I feel like I'm splitting apart inside
I need somewhere to hide
I admit that it feels like my soul has died
It's been so long since I let myself cry
My body is fighting when I want to give up
What's the use of living when life is an empty cup
I wish I could understand how I became this girl
How even the sight of my face makes me want to hurl
I want understand how I'm not dead
I want to understand why these voices are in my head
I need somewhere to run to
I need somewhere to undo
I need someone to hold me
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Author:
Violet♎ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2020 22:32
- Category: Short story
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Comments4
Distressing to read this. Keep writing, letting all out. For me becoming a poet became theraputic. Do you find that writing does the same for you?
It's the safest form of letting it all out for me. I can write it but it's absolutely terrifying to even think about saying out loud.
Yes, hope you get through OK.
Meanwhile - as if brushing it all aside - 'Oohhh, you'll get through it gal!'. (heehee). But it's no joke really, being in the middle of this.
I can totally get your feelings. The battle within is the hardest. All I could say is be stronger. Eventually, you will overcome it. Well expressed.
keep on battling! Remember, your thoughts are not a reflection of who you are! X
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