Happiness seems so far
Away,
It’s a struggle to fight through
Everyday.
I no longer feel like me,
The old me has not been set free.
There is a monster inside,
Eating the old me alive.
This is my cry for help,
Please before it’s too late.
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Author:
jodi.lei (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am going through a lot of stuff at the moment and I don't know how to handle everything. I seek help but I don't want anyone to believe that I am crazy.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Seeking help for something you cannot control is never crazy. When under stress, pain, or sadness, a person cannot be blamed for the way they feel on the inside.
Your writing is very good, I can picture how you feel, please continue writing, and remember you are always important.
>When under stress, pain, or sadness, a person cannot be blamed for the way they feel on the inside.
While I get what you\'re saying, I disagree. Barring the mental disorder cases, most of the time there are changes you can make to your life through your own effort that can solve problems like stress/pain/sadness. And that\'s actually a really empowering thing to take your life into your own hands like that. Blame may be the wrong word, but a person can claim their life for sure and accept the responsibility necessary to come out on top.
Never stop being creative. Stay chill.
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