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I feel numb, stuck, trapped My insecurities get worse each day I miss my extroverted self I don't know where I've gone? I'm existing; not living I'm not unhappy, I am not sad I'm apathetic : neither here nor there No movement, nothing changes Yet my life, my home, myself ... Have changed beyond recognition I am using this nothingness to heal Educate, restore, fix, mend In the stillness, I find my soul My brain refuses to acknowledge it Mindset is in quandary, undecided Body is aging before my own eyes Soul is vulnerable , yet open Honesty is blunt, uncomfortable for some, but necessary Old friends question and probe New friends acquired along the road Baggage weighs heavy I can not put it down These are the ramblings of the mentally unwell Emotionally unstable, is my label I wear it well: you really couldn't tell Unless you are reading this I'll pretend and disguise the panic in my eyes Censor my language, no triggers spoken Not to alarm, not to self harm Just keep quiet, be good, continue to be misunderstood
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
THE VOID - 13/10/15
I feel numb, stuck, trapped My insecurities get worse each day I miss my extroverted self I don't know where I've gone? I'm existing; not living I'm not unhappy, I am not sad I'm apathetic : neither here nor there No movement, nothing changes Yet my life, my home, myself ... Have changed beyond recognition I am using this nothingness to heal Educate, restore, fix, mend In the stillness, I find my soul My brain refuses to acknowledge it Mindset is in quandary, undecided Body is aging before my own eyes Soul is vulnerable , yet open Honesty is blunt, uncomfortable for some, but necessary Old friends question and probe New friends acquired along the road Baggage weighs heavy I can not put it down These are the ramblings of the mentally unwell Emotionally unstable, is my label I wear it well: you really couldn't tell Unless you are reading this I'll pretend and disguise the panic in my eyes Censor my language, no triggers spoken Not to alarm, not to self harm Just keep quiet, be good, continue to be misunderstood
Myjourneythroughmadness
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
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