a poem I wrote

[starvinglegend]

I hate my mind.
Unless I am distracting myself, then I'm fine.
I wanna get better
It's all in my head
but when I wake up
It begins again.
I feel weak, pathetic, over my head.
Make a plan they say many times
It's all a lie.
They don't get how I feel inside.
Screaming out
Stupid girl, privileged cunt,
Get me the fuck out of this rut.

 

[The anhedonic one]

Thank you.
Yes, the mind is the enemy, and waking up is the worst.

 

[BloomingStrella]

Fantastic poem. It perfectly encapsulates the feeling that every pro-lifer fails to acknowledge: despair and hopelessness.

One's biggest enemy is not oneself, but others. Humans can be so cruel to each other and yet remain blissfully ignorant of the terror and suffering they're causing each other.

 

[starvinglegend]

Thank you.
Yes, the mind is the enemy, and waking up is the worst.

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Fantastic poem. It perfectly encapsulates the feeling that every pro-lifer fails to acknowledge: despair and hopelessness.

One's biggest enemy is not oneself, but others. Humans can be so cruel to each other and yet remain blissfully ignorant of the terror and suffering they're causing each other.

i agree 10000000 percent