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

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