I wish I could just be fine
I should be
But I'm not.
A fool wrapped in a blanket,
hiding from the thoughts
that haunt my useless brain.
That's me.
The self-destructive fool.
I can't even bring myself to be grateful for the quiet.
I miss the noise that normally makes me flinch away from people.
I miss working out at the gym.
I miss lifting weights that made bodybuilders jealous.
I miss jiujitsu.
I miss tae kwon do.
I miss the only coping mechanisms I had.
I just wish that I wasn't fucking stupid.
That I could stay away from my blades.
That I didn't relapse.
I miss wanting to be alive.
I miss school even though I hated that place.
I miss the few friends I had.
I miss my senior year.
I'll never be able to take any of this back.
It scares me.
My thoughts scare me.
My mind scares me.
How the hell am I supposed to stay alive?
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Sad Poems
PoetryThis is just a collection of various poems that I've written over the years Most of them are terrible but here they are. *This is my vent space guys. This is a just so you know note for me*
