I want to break out of my funk
My self made little prison in my mind
My mind tends to make up things
Things that can never come to be
I think its time to break up
Break up with things that don't serve me anymore
Any toxicity
But I need to start with my mind
Cleaning all my guilt
And all the stored up anger that is in me
They make me not want to be myself
They make me think I'm crazy
They hunt me
They make me not feel anything
They make my anxiety flare
Flare in ways I never knew was possible
My anger at the world
Makes me not myself
It makes me feel lost and lonely
I keep pushing people away
I keep thinking I will get better
But I don't know if I will
My insecurities always hold me back
And I don't want to be like this any longer
I know people love
The people I'm close to love me
I know
But it's so hard for me to accept the love
Makes me feel small and unworthy
I don't know what to do
What will help?
I want to get better
But I don't know if I ever will.
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When we were wildflowers
SachbücherThis book is a compilation of short stories and poems I have written some new ones and some old ones. I am very proud of these works but I would like to put a small disclaimer. Some of these works were written when I was going through a rough patch...
