Every day is the same.
Cry. Cut. Sleep. Repeat.
My heart hurts.
My head hurts.
My wrist hurts.
Everything hurts.
I sometimes don't eat.
Just because I'm too sad to do basic human needs.
I sometimes go for days without sleep
Just because I'm terrified of the night terrors infested in my subconscious.
I'm sick and tired.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
The things I once loved to do are now a struggle.
My old friends are gone.
Red lines and razors have welcomed me like family.
Breathing hurts.
Smiling hurts.
Living hurts.
-j.z.
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Waiting on the Good. Living in the Bad.
PoesiaAll poems in this were written by me. If you use one to quote or make an edit, please give me credit. They're not all good honestly, some of them are pretty bad, but I'll post them anyways. Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read these and gives...
