I do this to myself.
I let my thoughts eat me alive.
Every. Single. Night.
I don't understand why.
I don't understand me.
My mind likes to play tricks on me.
It replays sad thoughts,
things that make me want to cry.
My mind makes me want to die at times.
I just don't understand why.
Does it make me sad so that I feel something rather than nothing?
Most of the time I'm just a feather of a ghost.
I keep getting pulled by the wind.
It takes me for a ride and then leaves me stranded all alone.
But I want to be a bird.
I want to fly high.
Instead I'm invisible and nothing.
No one sees the real me.
No one knows the real me.
My mind plays thoughts of horrible things.
Instead of happy dreams or daydreams they're nightmares.
They take over my soul.
The thoughts make me feel too much pain.
A waste. A nobody. Someone not good enough. NOTHING.
Am I really nothing?
I want to be a bird.
I want to be able to fly high and far away,
to another place where happiness exists.
Instead I'm stuck here.
I'm stuck all alone, vulnerable to my owns thoughts that are slowly eating me away.
I want to be a bird, but I'm a feather of a ghost.
I'm nothing.
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Remedies of a Broken Soul
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