Trigger Warning: Depression, self-criticism
Why the fuck am I so numb?
Why do I feel so goddamn dumb?
Sometimes I want to be done.
How can they say, "Life is fun"?
Fighting has become so hard.
In life, I feel barred.
All I am is a ball of lard
constantly fighting to be my own guard.
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While writing this, I was depressed and anxious because I feared losing my best friend. Her depression made me scared that I would go to bed and she'd be gone. Helping people, especially friends, is the one thing I want more than anything.
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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