It is in the quite of the night that my ungreatful side appears.
It is on this quite night I find myself in tears.
I find myself aching for realease each time I'm left alone,
I find myself aching for someone to make me feel like I'm at home.
But I am stuck here in this dark room,
Raiding YouTube.
Looking for a cure.
What cure?
The cure for pain and depression and death.
Suicide.
The path to make it stop.
The thoughts of writtig a letter and finally doing it.
But I am weak and selfish so I come crawling back to you.
Disturbing your sleep and healing.
Making you worry about me when I don't deserve it.
It is in this quite dark bedroom on this quite dark night that I let my guilt overcome me.
And I text you just like every night.
YOU ARE READING
The struggle
PuisiThis book will be made up of a collection of my works, written during a period of time in which i suffered extreme depression. These poems will talk about, anorexia, bulimia, self-harm, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a few other things. If you or anyon...
