Warning: Mentions of suicide and self harm
I have to confess
That
I am a sore loser.
I hate losing against myself.
I hate needing to cry,
I hate needing to let my defenses down,
I hate needing to rebuild them,
I hate being more exhausted from it all,
I hate feeling weaker because I had to give in,
I hate my mind for tricking me
Into thinking I'll be good when
I'm actually on the edge of a meltdown,
And most of all,
I hate those moments of
feeling overwhelming anxiety.
I'm anxious because of several reasons,
But here are a few:
•I've been at rock bottom before, with depression
•I've cut before, with knives, mental scarring in place of the physical
•I've thought of attempting suicide, but couldn't bring myself to be "selfish" that way
•I've made situations worse because of overthinking every single thing
I'm so exhausted now,
I'm barely holding on,
but. I am not going to give in
to these forever-hungry demons.
I can't let myself sink that far.
Not again.
~ShySassyWolf
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Broken Pieces of a Heart, Stitched Together into One Soul
PoesíaThis will be a collection of poems I've written, with one piece of artwork I drew for the purpose of expressing how I feel with my depression struggle. Comments are welcome! They deal with depression, anger issues, anxiety, and self-harm urges. Du...
