I am willing to unfuck myself
I can't pretend I am suddenly full of light though.
The darkness is there,
I think it will always be there,
It is hard to fight an enemy, who has outpost in one's head;
The Indifference, occasional moping around,
An impromptu dinner with depression.
If I am waiting for it to go away before I start doing things,
I think that will be when I am six feet under.
I am not my thought
Okay, scrap that, I am my thought.
But it doesn't have to define me.
I will always feel demotivated,
Emotional exhausted, melancholic,
If I am waiting to feel right, before I do things _
I won't do anything.
I am willing to unfuck myself!
Trying to act independent of my thoughts.
I will not be resilient,
I am resilient!
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Silent Thoughts.
PoetryHow does it feels to be happy inside? Doesn't seem to remember. How does it feel to be in love? Doesn't seem to remember.
