How can you be jealous of what you cannot have?
May your feelings try and try to grasp
Things that are not there.
Illusions of shadows and lies.
Only to spread the malware in my thoughts
To corrupt the virus, making it stronger.
To obscure whatever hope of escape I have.
How dare my thoughts seem unreal?
To break me in painful imagery
To kill me in unknown insanity
This is wrong
All so wrong
For I feel sick
But only of myself.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
