Every day,
i find a new way,
to fight this fight that wants to take my life.
my brain is a mess
of mixed wires and frayed ends
most days i feel like running
put me infront of a wheel and wait till the gas goes
but to sit and think,
if this problem wasnt affecting my head,
would i run from it like this?
if my leg was broke would i go on
if my heart was failing would i still wake day to day
but when the problem makes my thoughts a mess
and turns sun rays into dark days
ive started to think
im not running
its kidnapping me
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Author:
Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: one time driving I thought to myself "I could just keep going" but then it spiraled into "but its not my fault my head is mess I make bad choices" so it hit me. All those bad decisions running me to bad places, would I make bad decisions if I wasn't mentally ill? So in reality, am I really running away from it, or is it kidnapping me by making me think bad choices are okay?
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Really well written I think you have a really intelligent way of looking at your problems, although you should always remember that you can be stronger than them and you can take control, great writing and hope you find away to conquer your demons.
Crow.
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