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31 · Jan 2020
What is it?
I’m out here feeling like nothing’s my own,
no place to go no place to call home.
Sitting here tongue tied minding my own,
if there's a solution, I haven’t been shown.

I got to get out, out of my head,
sitting here stressed, alarm bells are red.
What do I do? What is next?
'Should I even be here?' are the thoughts going through my head.

Selfless self loathing who would’ve known,
hating myself is all that I know.
Where are my friends? They’ve left me alone.
Giving my love to be left out cold.

Refusing to be productive just to be destructive.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Fleeting moments of my youth, I should be improved,

what is it with my mental health?
First try at poetry

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