it's so different in my head
i conjure fantasies
i catch dreams
i'm me
well at least
the me i want to be
it's loud
but it's silent
everything is colder
darker
stronger
it's my safe place
but also my nightmare
how am i supposed to love myself
when everyday my brain tells me to die
to slit my wrists too deep
to take one too many pills
to jump off that tall building
i don't love myself
not at all
i'm so frustrated
and hurt
and miserable
on the inside
it's so different in my head
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Mind Heart Soul
PoetryWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
