Depression is an angry monster clawing at my heart, telling me to go back to bed, sleep, sleep forever..
Anxiety is a tiny demon, whispering in my ear; nobody likes you, why would they, they're laughing at you, everyone is laughing at you, you're a fucking joke.
I want to cry & scream & rip my hair out but I have 2 little girls who look up to me to be strong for them. I can't let them down like I've let down everyone else in my life.
But the strain of always being strong, no matter for whom, is running me dry. I have no patience. I yearn for a break. But I will not get it. I can't afford to get it. I can't let them see me weak.
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Healing Through Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over the past two years... they may not be 100% in order; I apologize. There are poems about abuse & sexual assault but I will put trigger warnings in front of those. These are poems about my life.
