I wake up, with a cut in my lip,
After winning a battle, I can't think of.
I feel pressure from my grip,
That I held shaking until the sun came up.
You begin to feel the weight of burden,
Fall onto those you hold dear,
Sometimes I've come to notice,
People don't want to deal with it.
I can't bring myself to do basics,
It glares at me like a blank slate.
I can't bare to look at my reflection,
And remember who it used to be.
Life will get better in time,
Time heals all wounds,
But the more time I've wasted,
the more I hate being born.
I miss my independence,
The days I once felt free.
Because now I'm overly reliant,
And nobody wants me.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
I wake up, with a cut in my lip,
After winning a battle, I can't think of.
I feel pressure from my grip,
That I held shaking until the sun came up.
You begin to feel the weight of burden,
Fall onto those you hold dear,
Sometimes I've come to notice,
People don't want to deal with it.
I can't bring myself to do basics,
It glares at me like a blank slate.
I can't bare to look at my reflection,
And remember who it used to be.
Life will get better in time,
Time heals all wounds,
But the more time I've wasted,
the more I hate being born.
I miss my independence,
The days I once felt free.
Because now I'm overly reliant,
And nobody wants me.
I'll give a caution for self deprecated behaviour in this one.
This one goes into a lot of my raw emotions, physical movements and sad side effects and symptoms of PTSD due to an assault that happened to me.
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