Being me, makes me feel trapped inside my own body. Being me, suffocates me to the point that I torture my existence by not accepting it. Being me, means screaming inside me for help, but couldn't help myself once. Being me, comes with wasted hours of exhausting myself to calm myself down and still getting no peace. Being me, disgusts me to a point that I wish stop being me. Being me is like being stuck being me. Being me, I just can't escape being me. Being me is very hard. Im just so tired of being me!
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Amidst Darkness
PoetryAmidst my Darkness.. I write & find solace!~ (I may post here or I may post on my insta acc @howls.of_soul. Please check out if you can. TIA~ ^-^)
