The feeling of fullness but not from a good meal.
Taking over, shutting out all logical thoughts.
Wanting to cry and scream all in the same breath.
No one seeming to care that I'm dying inside.
Who can I share with, when feeling as if I'm a burden.
No one understands.
Standing on the edge, my mind pushes me.
Falling into my own insanity.
Overpowering thoughts,
Leaving destruction in its path.
Slowly I wither away, leaving a shell of myself.
No longer Myra, but an imposter.
A former version resurfacing again, not caring about anyone or anything.
Simply engaging in actions with no heart behind it.
Too much, changes me into a numb copy.
No one cares for her either.
Will I continue to push through or should I give up now.
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Poemz
PoetryWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
