Here's a poem I wrote a few week ago. Its all about whatever this is that I'm going through. It could trigger.
Her head hurts
She looks at the scars already there
She doesn't want to hurt herself
But the horrid thoughts she dreads
enter and crush her
"horrible, terrible, no good, stupid..."
She didn't use to think these things
What's happening?
This is who I am now!
I hear screaming and fighting in my head
like a constant war raging inside me
Filling me with hate and death-thoughts...
I'm so tired of this...
I'll be okay, though...
I'm fine
I'm fine
Put my mask back for the world...
-Yes, I hide my true feelings a lot. Only 4 people (including my counselor) know all of this stuff.
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