Self-awareness,
My thoughts are all a mess.
I want to heal, and yet I hurt.
And I watch me tear myself apart,
I know fully what I do
Yet thoughts to stop don't come through.
Who am I anymore?
My mind is always at war.
I know I'm a bad person
My illness seems to just worsen.
I want to feel happy
So why do i always feel so crappy.
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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoesíaPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
