Numb. How I want to feel. I know I should appreciate the beauty of being able to feel all of these emotions but I just want to end them. The voices in my head telling me it's my fault. Saying I'm not enough. That I'm not helpful, that I'm hurtful, that I'm oblivious, a pain more than a present, too much, not enough, not perfect, not good for her cause I don't know how to help I don't know anything except shut down. Run away. Numb. Something in me craves it. The release. I won't let it push me back down. I am enough. I am a gift. I am a blessing. I am helpful. I make people laugh. I hug. I listen. I am perfect. I do not need to, nor can I, solve anyone else's problems. I can comfort those who let me. I can stand by those who don't. But I can only do as much as others allow me to. I am just right. I know how to help. I go perfectly overboard. I will not let anyone or anything push me into that hole. I am enough. I am loved.
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I Wrote This At Midnight
PoetryI Wrote This At Midnight is a collection of poems I have and will write, that were most likely written late at night (or just feel very chaotic). As always, thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy :) Warning: The poems included are not censored...
