I feel it creeping in again,
The low that has a name,
A darkness I refuse to claim.
And when I'm alone with my thoughts,
It eats me alive,
I don't know if I'll survive.
It tells me I'm nothing,
That I deserve bad things,
And whatever else life brings.
I don't know,
I'm starting to believe it.
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC
I feel it creeping in again,
The low that has a name,
A darkness I refuse to claim.
And when I'm alone with my thoughts,
It eats me alive,
I don't know if I'll survive.
It tells me I'm nothing,
That I deserve bad things,
And whatever else life brings.
I don't know,
I'm starting to believe it.
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