Ha, where do I even begin I feel like by mind, body, and spirit are being pulled in different directions. I can't even fathom the thought of one more shit day happening because I might absolutely go out of my fucking mind. God how bad I could use a drink and smoke, my head is spinning and I don't know how to stop all of these...thoughts? Memories? Whatever they are I just wish they'd stop. Ive found myself crying from time to time the tears I shed aren't of sadness but of frustration and anger. I feel as if its destroying me from the inside out hell most days I wish of the sweet relief of death so that it'll all stop these bad things that make me go completely manic. Fuck I want to die.
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The Switch
PoetryPersonal thoughts that I can't see to tell anyone without looking or seeming crazy, so why not write them.
