No one knows what it's like in my mind. they say they understand but how could they? they say they care but they don't mean it. i say i'm fine but can't you see my eyes? they've lost all hope and the shine. if only they knew how much i hate myself. thoughts of suicide keep crossing my mind. they don't know how much i want to die. these voices in my head get so loud. it gets harder and harder to shut them out. maybe one of these days i'll give in to them. every day is a struggle. another battle. it's always the same. you ask how i am. do you really expect me to be honest? can't you see i'm hurting? do i really mean anything? i guess not. i'll just go. i'll be better off alone. i might be better off dead. then i'll be at peace. i can't hurt no one including myself. sometimes i don't know why i bother talking to people. i'm just a burden on them. at the end of the day all i have is myself. everyone just leaves anyway, so why should i rely on other people? why tell them my problems, when they're just going to leave and hurt me?
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What It's Like In My Mind
Krótkie OpowiadaniaA collection of poems/stories I wrote of what it's like in my mind. It may not be for everyone, it includes mentions of suicide, swearing, and mentions of my trauma.
