The doctors keep asking if my mental health is okay. I always tell them I'm fine. I don't have the strength to say after I stopped getting help. I locked myself in my house for 3 years. I don't know how to tell them I think everyone is out to get me, is out to kill me without sounding crazy. I thought I could do. I didn't think I would need to take a pill for the rest of my life just to want to be alive. I don't know how to tell the doctors I need help even when they ask me. I thought I could do it. But somehow, I fell down. And I can't seem to stand steady now. I'm worse. Somehow everything got worse. I want to continue pretending I'm fine. How am I being defeated by my own mind. The truth is I'm so far down this hole I don't think anyone could help. The truth is I don't think I deserve help.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
