Category : Poems

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8:42pm.
I feel myself sipping again-
Falling to a sickness inside. 
Do I ever get a chance to win?
Never have a had a moment of pride. 
Sometimes I want to kill myself
Even with loved ones in my arms.
I want to tell them I need help
But I'm scared, so I turn on the charm. 
What the hell is wrong with me?
I romanticize destruction.
Why can't I just be happy?
It doesn't help with all that fussing. 
I’m trying to regain control of my emotions.
Having panic attacks twice a day. 
There is no nowhere to hide or run.
But I must survive. I gotta find a way