I try to hide
Yet I never escape
The voices, they find me
And they take what they take
They steal my self love
And my momentary joy
They replace them with self hatred
And a growing sadness
I've no way to fight them
No way to return to the way I was
So all I do is succumb
I let them do their thing
I'm already too weak to even ask them why
So they just do it, and I just help
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A Misunderstood Understanding
ПоэзияMy book of poetry; this ranges in genres, but seems to focus on the depressing side of things. There are some trigger warnings... marked with a *
