i don’t know what to do,
my mind won’t hold itself together.
i can’t numb myself,
that’s been done for me.
i can’t feel,
i’ve lost the bottle i’ve stored it all in.
i can’t picture where i’ll be in 3 years,
probably reborn again.
i’ve given up on reaching out for help,
it’s not like it’s worked before.
i genuinely cannot bring myself to want to stay,
instead i walk through my day in shame.
when will i feel?
when will i live?
when will i feel alive?
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
i don’t know what to do,
my mind won’t hold itself together.
i can’t numb myself,
that’s been done for me.
i can’t feel,
i’ve lost the bottle i’ve stored it all in.
i can’t picture where i’ll be in 3 years,
probably reborn again.
i’ve given up on reaching out for help,
it’s not like it’s worked before.
i genuinely cannot bring myself to want to stay,
instead i walk through my day in shame.
when will i feel?
when will i live?
when will i feel alive?
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