depressive episodes brought on by a sudden loneliness.
july 9, 2017.
1:51 am.
life doesn't feel like enough right now.
nearly two in the morning
has me feeling the waves of emptiness
in the air
that pairs terribly
with every heavy thought in my head.
at least i said no to the relapse
this time around.
i'm strong enough for that,
but weak and vulnerable,
it might take me some time
to recover again.
two am and
i'm remembering the first
two years i felt like this;
how i almost ended it all during them.
will this threat
last as long?
or will i take myself before
that possibility
grows thick.
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poetry iv: thot confessions
Poetrywritten in 2017. the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. trynna be some rupi kaur shit but that ain't me. confessions of a self-proclaimed thot.
