It's funny really, how can I possibly make any sense
I'm so hypocritical in my wants and needs
I understand that being depressed is bad for me it's
Painful
Empty
So continuous
But
It feels so good sometimes to be so
Safe
Shut in
At peace
It's addicting but never worth the price.
I wonder if I'll find someone I'll let all of me out to.
If I can actually let someone see all of me for who I am.
But I doubt it I mean I know I need to self love but I physically can't.
It just now occurred to me just how deep I am in this, well then kinda a very late notice to say the least.
It appears for this entry for any who have read this far yet, a few things;
1. I am in enough control to were I will never do anything very harmful to myself
2. There's no artistical poem or story this time it appears I just needed an outlet very much sooner than now.
3. And thank you for any who are here and past it, I'm fine.
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The Thoughts of a Madman
AléatoireThe rambles and thoughts of a broken man with nothing but his own dark thoughts surrounding and suffocating him
