It's like watching life through a screen.
Nothing seems real, like it's all just a dream.
I'm always tired but at night I can't sleep.
All these thoughts my mind likes to keep.
My heart always races and my mouth's always dry.
My chest always aches when I try not to cry.
Cry over little stuff, no matter how small.
In my mind, into a corner I crawl.
My breathing is choppy and the room seems to spin.
That's when the thoughts start to win.
I feel all the pain and I long to be numb.
Happiness and relief, I just want some.
I can't possibly be feeling everything wrong.
Well...maybe I was numb all along.
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Dark Poems
شِعرMy 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...
