It's 12am and I can't sleep
My mind racing with thoughts
Am I good enough?
Do people care about me?
Would it be better if I just didn't exist?
And usually that nagging voice in the back of my head would answer
You would never be good enough!
No one cares about you!
Yes it would!
And I can't do anything about it but let it consume my mind
12am is like a bully pointing out your insecurities and pounding it into your head so that you'll never forget
I have cried so many times at this hour that I've lost track
Muffling my screams of pain and frustration into my pillow
Because I can't help but think that most of it is true
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A Fallen Angel (poetry and quotes)
PoetryI've been battling depression for a long while now and this is the only way for me to express how I've been feeling. This is just mostly an outlet for me But if you're interested and decide to have a read and some of my poems comfort you or you fe...
