I know I've been gone for a while, but little by little I'm coming back guys!
this chapter was a little different because I decided to lose the shame and show A little about my experience with the disorder
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In the dead of night in my room Emptiness fills my chest, reminding me that I'm alone
It's not like this feeling isn't present during the day either
But at night...
Oh the night, it makes everything worse I don't like of being alone
Cause I'm trapped in my mind
I'm trapped in my worst prison
And I can't stop thinking about things I shouldn't
Will I ever be loved?
Will I ever get better?
Will I ever find out who I am?
These doubts drive my mind crazy and sicken my being
I hear voices telling me how useless I am,
intrusive thoughts comes to me that make me question reality
Do I exist?
Do the people around me exist?
So... why am I here?
I wanted to stop thinking but I can't
And so, not knowing what to do, I cry,
I cry like never before to ease the pain of existing, even though I know that this will never solve my problems
Would things be easier if I were different ?
...And I find myself in another sleepless night...
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dawn poems
Poetrysometimes in the dead of night we come across the deepest and most reflective thoughts, and however involuntary these may be, they are extremely complex. And that's what I want to share with you, I'm not a poet or writer but I think any thought is v...
