Somedays I can't even do the simplest of things.
I can't make a bed
I can't even get out of bed without thinking of going straight back to bed.
This doesn't last for days it last for months and longer or more I can never tell and sometimes it's a little easier like I can make the bed but the thoughts and hopelessness is still there.
~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...
