I finally felt happy for awhile
I finally felt okay
But why did I believe I was getting better
When I knew that I would just sink back into my usual self
I am bad again
I am worse than before
and any hope that I had left
is gone
m.m.
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
