I don’t usually share my art, but this piece means a lot to me and I wanted to share it with you all.
I wrote this poem during a very dark time in my life. I’m not out of it yet, but I’m slowly getting there. I do a lot of work like this, which I share over at my venting blog. If you’d like to see it, please do so with caution! My vent blog has a standing trigger warning for all posts. (Blog: @traumacope)
I wish I could feel things normally again. I be needing shows or books to feel something and it’s just sad. That shouldn’t be the case at all. Whenever I do feel something tho I can never tell if it’s genuine or if I’m faking that emotion and ultimately just end up dwelling over it with no answers whatsoever.
Does the world have sum against me cuz being on the internet and playing games r literally my only escape from my own thoughts rn who let the internet speed be so fcking slow too like you want me to kms or sum
I hope one day I can silently just disappear out of people’s lives. At this point all I’m able to do is sabotage myself and drag people down with me. Time is just gonna pass by and I’ll just keep falling behind on everything. I can’t keep up anymore
Being hypersexual feels so disgusting. I want nothing to do with my own thoughts and I keep convincing myself they’re just intrusive thoughts but what if this whole time it’s just me?
