Something’s missing
I just don’t know what
A piece of my brain
It just fell out
I’m gifted
Or was
Or was told
Still am occasionally
I’m told I’m normal
I know they’re wrong
I can’t focus
I can’t think
I can’t function
I’m afraid
It’s all in my head
I can focus harder
Count your blessings
Could be worse
Don’t disappoint them
Don’t prove them wrong
Don’t get help
Bottle it
Hide it
Tell no one
Don’t confess
Help isn’t needed
A crutch for a broken leg
Focus harder
Act happy
Be confident
And at night
Alone with my thoughts
Don’t do it.
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Author:
CreativelyUninspired (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My mental state hasn’t been great over the past 3 years, but recently it’s been much worse. Poems spawn out of that pain
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Comments2
You should rest yourself. I find the best times for healing is between 10 pm and 2 am. It's when the lymphatic system goes to purge mode. Try your best to sleep or meditate at that time to maximize your healing. It will help what you are going through go faster.
It's a long road. Everyone thought you were gifted because you survive this road. Keep going and cry it all out.
There is way to much pressure placed on individuals. It's healthy to express our feelings as they say "we are only as sick as our secrets."
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