Q: What is happening there?
A: Things I can't explain.
Q: What is hiding behind despair?
A: A big cry for help.
Q: What are those voices that I hear every night?
A: Weird thoughts that run freely through my mind...
Q: Where do they come from?
Q: Where do they go?
Q: Who they belong to?
A: I would love to know...But I don't...
Don't I have the right to explore what is going on in my mind?
To search for answers, to bring the truth to light?
Don't I have the right to question my own sanity?
Something that has been strange for me lately...
Don't I have the right to know what broke me ?
What the hell made me feel unworthy?
Can I please go there in the dark to find myself?
I need to clear the mess I made myself,
I want to be alone with myself,
To get help from myself,
To heal myself,
To hug myself, to trust myself again
To reassure myself that I will no longer feel pain...
I need myself, but I am lost (the current me)
I miss someone who is a ghost (the old me)
I need myself, but I need the self that loved life
Not the self that lives on the edge of the knife...
I hate myself, I hate who I became
I was a stupid pawn in a stupid game...called life.
I hate myself, I hate my body,
I hate everything about me.
I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself
I hate myself because I am not asking anyone for help...
I just want peace...of mind,
I just want to be...fine
I want to cry, I want to die
I want a hug, I want a smile
I want to be erased from this world
But I also don't want to be alone
I am a burden, I am a source of stress
I am a loser, I am a mess
I am sadness
I am loneliness
I am everything, I am also nothing
I am the ending and the beginning...
And I am also human.
(I)
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Is life worth living?
PoetryA list of poems written at midnight... Presenting parts of myself unfiltered...