Maybe I like that kind of pain
Maybe I need a rush of adrenaline
Just to break down when it's over
So I can lay on the floor
Sobbing with my head in my hands
Maybe that's what's good for me
Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do
Why it all turns out like this
It's only a thought to consider
But if I listen to the voices
Maybe then it will be over
Maybe then I can stop hurting
And get it over with at once
No
No
No
No
It's just a thought, don't listen
It's just an idea, don't acknowledge
It's just a moment, it will end
Let it last for a while
Let it bring you down
Because the alternative is so much worse
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
I'll find another way
If there is another way
I know the answer but won't think that far ahead
So I'll torture myself another way
Emotional pain is safer but I end up in the same position
Sobbing with my head in my hands
Laying on the floor like this every day
(P.S. This is about the mental state I was in around 5 years ago, so don't worry)
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Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?