No one knows my struggle.

No one knows my struggle.

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This is a poem I wrote on the 7th of December in 2013 at 3:59pm, as this was 2 years ago I cannot remember what actually happened that day but judging by the poem it was clear that I was in a very dark place, I felt really tired of life and would cry all the time because I was the only one who knew what I was going through. I felt so alone and troubled because everything was going downhill for me, so I believe I wrote this poem in hopes that I would feel better. Trying to look back now, I can't even remember what happened that day, but I guess it means that when you are going through hard times it may seem like that's how it's always going to be, but I promise that whatever is a problem to you now won't be a problem to you a year or so after and you won't even remember some of the issues that seemed like huge problems, when you look back you will realise that what you were going through was just a passing phase. So I urge anyone who is in a dark place to not give up.
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This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

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