Sometimes, I admire my obscure and complex brain.
Other times, I hate how it brings me this unbearable pain.
Sometimes, I cry because I want to feel again.
Other times, it's because I don't want the sadness to end.
Sometimes, I reach out to people when I'm low.
Other times, my emptiness is where I wallow.
Sometimes, I hurt myself to distract my mind.
Other times, it's the only comfort I find.
Sometimes, I sincerely want to die.
Other times, I know I'm not ready to say goodbye.
Sometimes, I feel like I've figured out who I am.
Most other times, I don't know who I am.
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Author:
Lex (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this one a while ago when I was in a bad place. I'm getting better :) comments are appreciated!
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
This a very moving poem:) hope you're okay
Thank you ❤️
Exactly how im feeling right now.. A lovely write ❤
❤️ If you need anything I'm here
Thank you, you too💗
Hauntingly beautiful
Thank you 🙂
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