Every day I fight the horror of having to get out of bed
I fight having to wake up and act normal
I fight staying in bed all day and crying
And I fight blasting loud music to make my problems go away
Sometimes I fail
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I just want to die
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn’t
But that doesn’t mean it’s not there.
I still bleed
Sometimes without knowing
Sometimes by accident, sometimes by not
But I’m trying every day
And I’m getting more confidence in everything
And I’m becoming brave
But I’m still just waiting for that to change again
For me to go back to the way I was before
Go back to being miserable with my life, miserable with my happiness
Go back to the stinging pain and the blood flowing down the sink
Go back to the numbness when I’m injured, when I’m bleeding, because I’m used to it.
Sometimes people tell me to do that
They don’t like who I am
I don’t either
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Haunted Dreams
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that i once intended to turn into songs, but i never got around to it. I thought I'd share them with y'all because...i don't know. Just read it, eh?