it's weird
you feel so much suffering
for so long
minutes,hours,days, even years
you feel you don't deserve anything
that it's all hopeless
and you only dream of getting better
it seems like an unattainable goal
that you keep reaching for
but the door at the end of the hallway
just keeps getting farther and farther
away
with every step you take
make a mistake
take a step back
fight against what's inside
move ahead
but it's so difficult
to keep moving forward
the voices inside
creep through my mind
they sometimes appear in the shadows
the corners of my eyes
am I possessed?
is the medicine making them go away?
with recovery, when you finally reach the destination
you feel like it isn't real
you don't necessarily miss your old sad self
but you don't know how to be without it
you can't confide in your sadness
when you are alone
you can't confide in your sadness
when you're having urges
you have to learn how to deal
or to ignore
it's defiantly not easy
but it is a start
you will never be 100% better
but you will come as close as you let yourself
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unrealistic
Saggisticai dont see the point anymore what the fuck am i still doing here why do i contemplate the decision when i could just go? everyone would be better off ive seen the pictures together the memories with eachother they have told me i am not apart of any...
