lying to live
We all know the line "it's a bad day, not a bad life" We all know this is the truth but we do not want to believe it. We do not want to believe that we are the only ones who can take the pain away, we don't want to be responsible but we are; lying to live
Lying to ourselves because if we knew the truth our brittle bones would break under the pressure of it all. Most of us live for others because we want to never hurt the ones we love yet we long for death and look for it in every self-tortuous thing we do, were drawn to this pain like moths to a flame.
We want nothing more than to disappear forever. Nothingness is seen as peace for us because we're sick of lying to live and cutting the pain out, to us nothing is permanent but our death. Thoughts feel like knives to our skin so we want to give up everything but we lie and say "I'm fine". I am sick of lying to live.
My mind is always at war with its self, my head is in constant pain because I can not get these thoughts out of my head. I cry tears you'll never see so fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be. I need more dreams and a little less life. In my dreams, I am free and not lying to live.
We don't know when to quit so we carry on with our pain and continue ling to live until we can live to live.
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depressed and overdressed
Poetrythis book is full of my poetry about depression self-harm suicide and dysphoria. please make sure you're in a safe place too read these poems and make sure you do seek support from anyone! I always hear <3
