It makes me sick
The way sadness is addicting
The way it can't stop
Sadness is familiar
It's comfortable and it's easy
In a sense that it comes naturally to me
But everything about it is hard
The way my body aches with self-hatred
The way my head spins and spins
With hopeless thoughts
The way that this is
Where I belong
This is how it's supposed to be
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
