Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
~ Basket Case by Green Day
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Sometimes at night I lie awake, hoping that I don't fall asleep. I know what's going to happen, I know how this night will end. It will feel real, and I won't fall asleep anyways, they won't let me. God I must sound insane. Sometimes I swear I am, I hear the voices telling me things, but the voices are my own inner thoughts. I am my own worst nightmare, I am my own worst monster. I am unsure how much of this is my anxiety talking or how much of this is depression. It feels like they are nothing different armies, fighting in the battle ground called my brain. I'm not sure what else is even there, and I wish they would stop fighting for two minutes so i can try to sleep and breathe without all of the mental pain it brings me.
No one really believes that these voices exist. No one believes me when i say things are not better. I guess I've gotten better at hiding my thoughts.
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The Void Of Me
PoetryWelcome to the void of me. This is a narrative about depression, based on song lyrics that resonate with me. Each story is based off of a different song. THIS BOOK CONTAINS CONTENT SUCH AS: Suicidal thoughts self harm suicide abuse and sexual assau...
