To all questions,
The answer is "I'm busy."
Reality, I can't force myself
To leave my safety to see you.
I can't face my fears,
For a moment to have fun.
I cannot leave my brain at home,
Tell it I will be back to take the insanity later.
I have to live with it,
Always worrying about breaking,
Becoming another statistic
For mental disorders in America.
Worrying if I will snap,
And end up taking my own life.
Nothing eases the worry in my head,
The fears that bind me to a life,
That I don't want to live anymore,
A life I am not happy with.
It's an endless sea of darkness,
An infinity of sadness and longing.
A time of loneliness,
And an eternal pain.
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8/18/2018
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Poetry.
PoetryPoem all written by Paintingtheworldgray, they are older and some are newer. Don't read unless you like depressing poetry. The cover is not real blood, I made it with Fruit Punch Kool-Aid, so no worries yeah?
