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Apr 2018
Dark Days
That’s what I call them
The days I feel useless
Powerless
And weak
As I get older
They occur more often
My head will pound
My stomach churns
But I keep going
My friends expect it
I can’t come and say
“I’m too tired”
I can’t stay home and sleep
Even though I feel as I couldn’t move
Dark Days
They are the worst and never end
Now it’s almost everyday
I cannot fathom how bad it is
I hurt, all over
My mouth feels dry
Migraines getting worse
My heart hurts
Why can no one hear the awful voices I hear
They tell me horrible things
Tell me how many people hate me
Tell me how worthless I am
I want to give up
I want to just stop trying
Let me just let go
Here in my mind
I am so very alone
On these lonely
Dark Days
Furey
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Furey  18/F/United States
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