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“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
People lie and say it's going to be ok
People lie and say we will make it through this
They lie and say they would do any thing for me
The lies drown me
They never leave my head
They haunt me forever
They taunt me till I give up
People lie and say they would climb the highest mountain with me
But it's to late because I've already let go
Fear takes over my body
My hands shake but the rest of my body won't move
I can't say a word
I try to run but my feet are glued to the ground
Even if I could run there is know where to go
Know where to hide
Because you can't get away from your own mind.
Pain is a wall
It tries to stop you
It gets in your way
If you run into it
It doesn't budge
You can't climb over it
Or go around it
Pain is a wall
Holding you back
The old me that used to think pain was a headache
Now replaced by the new me that knows the pain of losing a loved one

The old smile replaced with a fake one to cover my pain

The old trust replaced by the constant fear of being ditched

The old words that came out of my mouth replaced by silence

The old thoughts of rainbows replaced by thoughts much darker

The old me replaced by the new me who has many regrets
I used to lay down sticking needles in my leg

I used to scream inside my head hoping someone would hear me

I used to cry myself to sleep and pray that I wouldn’t wake up

I used To wonder why I simply couldn’t be happy even when I should be

I used to lay awake at night ,not able to sleep

I used to think I was crazy and that was why this was happening

And although I still fight voices in my head that scream to me and tell me horrible things

I’m starting to get better and enjoy the little things
I claw at my skin,
The blood seeps out,
And it feels good.

I claw at my arms,
The blood creeps out,
And it feels sweet.

I claw at my chest,
The heart beats out,
And it feels alive.

The blood seems to wash away the pain.
The blood seems to leave a different stain.

I long to feel.
I want to feel.

Not sadness,
Not happiness,
Just feel.

The torn skin understands me.
The broken heart listens to me.
The blood is there for me.

And it feels beautiful.

It feels destined:
My pain and I.
The blood mixed with the tears I cry.

It's love at first sight,
That first draw of blood.
The skin under my nails,
The blissful feeling of release.

Only you can make me feel like this,
And I love it.
Cold
Knee deep in icy waters
Shivering
But surrounded by fire
Screaming
No way to help
Running
But no way out
They say I cannot hurt,
They say I can't complain,
They say my pain is a fantasy
They have not seen my brain.

They say I am okay,
They say that I am cured,
They say my problems are in my head
Of that they can be sure.

They say that I am strong,
They say that I am weak,
They cannot decide for sake of my mind
And that is why I bleed.
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