Why do I recoil at touch
Do I think someone will become diseased
Am I not worthy of compassion
Do I hate myself that much
It's easier to self pity
Than it is to face reality
Reality is that I hate sobriety
Sobriety releases the pain that leads to my insanity
Why do I sabotage a good thing
The scream that hides inside
You deserve to be miserable
It's who you are
It seems to be the only thing in my head and it rings
I have fought it for so long
As I see the leaves change again
Another year in passing
For possitivity I still am grasping
Day by day the voice breaks me down
I am a snail creeping along the ground
I am a worm
Forever spurrned
But as autumn turns to fall
Fall turns to winter
Winter to spring
I sing
I have made it another year
The voice has not claimed me yet
I must not live in fear
Each year down is another one won
But I am still so tired
Tired of the rage against myself
Tired of the molecular breakdown of my self worth
I must rebuild
I must succeed
It's an internal battle that no one can see
But there is a war I am constantly fighting
And it is exhausting
I am so tired.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
