It is strange
To feel so insecure
And to be reprimanded for
Expressing that insecurity
But those whispers
All seem to be for me
When I walk through that door
It's all on me
And it is all I can do
Not to run
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
