Who is this unknown identity you speak of?
I am not sure-
It is as though this being is a disease
And I am still searching for the cure
I think of her as a detached being
My mind and heart do not mix
They are like parts of a machine
That is impossible to fix
This being feels worthless
I hope I am wrong
This being feels useless
I don't know why I've lived in here for so long
I do not see the point of my own existence
I wonder why this happened to me
I do not see the worth of my own life
Never giving up, I hope, is the key.
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A Destructive Soul
PoetryThis contains both poetry and prose, often written while overthinking or severely depressed. It slowly progresses into becoming better, and highlights how I overcame depression. Hope you like it! WARNING: Trigger (self harm, suicide, rape, anxiety...
