Im fucking angry at myself, for wanting the darkness to end, Caught in a maze of my own making, Where shadows seem like friends.
Goddamn the whispers in my mind, That tell me "I'm not enough", I hate how i listen to their lies, Drawing in their toxic stuff.
I see the blade and feel its call, The pills that promise peace, But fuck, I'm stronger than this hole, This endless cruel release.
Why do I crave the final fall, When there's so much left to fight? I curse myself for every thought, That dreams of endless night.
Anger burns in every vein, For the cowardice of fear, I'm pissed at me for giving in, To the voices that aren't clear.
Fuck this war within my soul, And the self-hate that it breeds, I'll scream and rage and find a way, To meet my deepest needs.
So here's to fighting every day, To breaking through this hell, I'll turn my fury into strength, And save myself as well.
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A poem of self degradation but at the same time resolve and grit to carry on. Well written
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