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I'm cursed.
I'm cursed.
Imprisoned inside my own head.
Endless loops of excessive or inadequate.
The overwhelming depth of darkness poisons me;
And I'm consumed by voices that scream for release;
the intoxicating craving for peace.
Until I overdose on overthinking,
Yet so tortured by this terrifying emptiness,
That I am just too numb to fear that fear.
I am simply a shell of a girl ...
Tuesday 29th March 2022 5:19 pm
My own storm.
I'm sat at the cliff,
Black clouds hold threat over me;
Fog that smothers my vision;
Obscures my perceptions.
Deafened by the dark waves,
Crushing and punishing the soft clay.
My desperate screams mimicked and echoed;
By winds that wrap me up,
Trap me in this silent storm,
I'll squint through the shadows,
Search for the sun they all bathe in.
But my fingernails fil...
Tuesday 29th March 2022 5:10 pm
I'd smile
And I hate that when I find a lump under my skin,
How I hope that some stupid cells dividing too much,
Cause a fight that leaves me in a grave.
And how they'd still remember me a fighter as I smiled throughout the losing battle.
But I'm smiling because they will not blame me when I lose this one.
I've spent years apologising for things that I cannot control,
Because it is not can...
Tuesday 29th March 2022 4:58 pm
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