I don't want to give up.
I'm not giving up.
But my soul is just so worn out that I need some rest.
I want to rest.
But I sense danger.
If I closed my eyes,
I feel the demons marching towards me.
And I lay with my eyes wide open in alertness.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
