My Own Enemy
As i lay here i cant stop thinking
I just want to burst out and cry
I cant help but think
How did i become this person
Why did i become this person
I guess i will never know
Why?
Because talking about it hurts
It hurts more then thinking
Maybe thats why im broken
Somedays i want to talk,
Other days i dont
When is a good time
No one will listen
No one understands this massive pain
I am my own enemy
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I am 27 and I am the 8th girl of my dad and i have 1 brother. writing helps me to express myself and also allowing me to share it with people makes me feel even good about myself. I am diagnosed with Depression, Anxiety, OCD, PTSD, Bipolar 1 Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder. Expressing myself through my poetry helps cope with my mental Illnesses.
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