I'm trying so badly, yet nothing is working. Nothing has stopped, matter of fact, they've only gotten worse. Who would have ever thought that this could actually happen to someone? The demons, they speak louder than anyone. They are still overwhelming my ever so fragile mind. I'm slipping and I can't guarantee I'll ever be able to find my self. I portray myself to be all there, when the truth is I'm not. I'm one third sane, while the two thirds are so overpowering. Who would ever want to love someone as gone as myself? I surely can't even love myself.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
