The funny thing is,
in order to get better,
you have to want to get better,
and I'm not sure if I want to.
It's comfortable where I'm at.
I'm used to it.
And it's not that bad.
I tell myself "I'm okay. I'm doing all right. I don't need help,"
but I also know that's a complete lie.
I'm not okay, not by a long shot, and I do need help.
So why won't I allow myself to get help?
Why won't I let myself accept that I'm not okay?
I think I don't want to have to come to terms with the fact that I'm not as strong as I think I am.
I like to think I'm strong, that I can deal with it on my own, when I clearly know that's not true.
I don't mind the suffering, because right now, it's not that bad.
It's manageable.
And I don't have it as bad as some other people, so I don't really need help.
It's not like it's really hurting me.
I don't deserve help anyways.
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The Light in the Dark (Completed)
PoetryCover made by the amazing @mikeyspizzadope (go check them out they're cool) It's 3 A.M., and you can't sleep. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Your ears are ringing, echoing in your brain, and everything hurts so badly. Your...
