The spiral didn't stop.
the noise was too much
and I fucked up again.
tried to do something nice
but I ruined it.
I always ruin it.
Something's wrong with me.
More like everything.
And now mom's not happy.
So I started spiraling.
And these thoughts are killing me.
But I can't seem to stop.
Started picking at my skin and now I'm bleeding.
Said I just needed to be alone
really, my mental health is fleeting.
and I just want to cry,
but I never seem able to.
releasing this pain,
just isn't something I can do.
the thought.
the thought that started it all is back.
you can never know that.
how do I relax,
when the biggest threat to me,
is my own damn cruelty?
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I Wrote This At Midnight
ПоэзияI 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...
