And even on the good days I'll go to bed, feeling guilty for things that don't matter.
I'll always think about the good stuff until they seem bad in my head.
With that bevahiour I destroy every memory I ever had and it's all because I'm sick.
Every fucking day people tell me "Just stop thinking about it. It's not a big deal." and I know that but I can't change the way my mind works.
It's not easy.
This life I live is everything but easy.
I'm drowning in my own thoughts and I don't know how to help it.
With every day I open my eyes, the sky seems smaller and the sun seems further.
The steps I have to take get harder and the words I speak become less.
I do not deserve this and the people calling me "strong" and "a fighter" should get to live just one simple day of my life. Just one, so they can finally realize how weak I actually am.
I am a vulnerable child in this society and I feel like no one will actually be able to cure me.
And when I lay on my death bed I'll wear the same eye bags on my face as I do right now. Because nothing will ever change.
I am lost and I'll never be found.
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Tales from my heart
PoetryThis will be a collection of lessons I learnt, poems I wrote and just some random thoughts I had. I'm from Germany so my English isn't the best but I'll try to make little to no spelling mistakes :] I also don't know how to use commas correctly so I...
