A dull headache
Eyelids threatening to fall
Leg bouncing
Thoughts invading
I want to leave
I want to go home
I want to run
and never come back
I want to scream
because maybe that will help
Make it all disappear
I don't think I can do this any longer
Hiding away in the dark
is the only time I feel at peace
I didn't think it was that bad until I started thinking bad thoughts
every.
single.
day.
Today, tomorrow, yesterday
I don't think I can do this anymore.

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Crying on My Own
PoetryPoems that I've written over my journey through self-hate Some might be triggering, so be warned.