The real me
The real me is nothing special.
Im just like everybody else,
who deals with
Depression,
Anxiety,
and Selfharm.
Who deals with the daily hell,
that my mind creates.
Who deals with the pain
my own heart makes.
Who deals with the same old empty
feeling and numbness my body feels.
We're all dealing with the same demons.
We're just all on different type of levels.
This poem is about:
Me