What to feel, what to feel?
Is this life even real?
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
Maybe it's I that has grown distant.
I may wish death upon myself.
Or maybe I wish to sit up on that shelf.
On that shelf with the rest of you.
Being seen and loved like you get to.
But no. How could I get there?
All I do is sit and at a blank wall I stare.
Slowly crumpling, like I knew I would.
'Stay Strong' some said but I never could.
I still can't, probably never will.
I'll stop there because I can't pay the bill.
What bill, you ask?
The one for life, that hides behind a mask.
Seems my bill is overdue.
I guess my time is now too.
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Dark Poems
PoesiaMy poems about depression, self harm, suicide, anxiety, and anorexia. Things I think about. Maybe a glimpse of what runs through my over active mind. Anxiety is probably the reason I have these thoughts. I write them down just to write them down. Ma...
