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Jul 22
One night over, induced into sleep.
Today will be harder, I will have to speak.
To smile and be friendly,
To cry and be raw.
To show ugly scars that I want to ignore.

I feel the pain rise,
I tremble and shake.
Is this fear?
Maybe it’s fear I will break?

I constantly feel so deserving of pain,
so ******* worthless,
My guilt and my shame.
Me I should hate.
Me that should die.
Tortured no longer for not knowing why.
A daily journal of my 30-days as an inpatient at the a mental health hospital
Written by
BFG75  49/F/UK
(49/F/UK)   
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