20.02.21
It's warm today
It feels like spring.
The house is quiet
I'm not really sure what I should be doing.
I don't know what's coming.
I feel guilty for being treated normally.
My head's telling me I should be scared,
But I don't know anymore.
It's the same, but not the same
Everything's different.
I don't know what to expect.
I know I should be thinking,
I know there's an answer,
Something to say that'll make things right.
It's been 18 years and I still don't know.
Instead I'm carrying on as normal,
But I don't know what I should be doing.
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PoetryI've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my...
