I have a disorder in which, they order in which the things I can do and how well I succeed at them.
Getting at off bed it's simple yet painstakingly numbing to have to fight with myself this much before I have a good amount of time to even wake up and rub my eyes.
The thoughts never stop they are always tumbling around in there making me feel down about my mistakes I've made or could make.
I wish I could stop my harmful thoughts because they bring me so low and I feel so alone, so it leaves me to think even in a classroom full of people that I'm completely alone and that it would never matter if I left.
It would never matter if I left because that's what my head tells me.
I have a disorder in which I need to stop letting it define me and stop letting it order me around.
You may have a disorder or more than one and you can't let it define you.
~E.M.C
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
