And it's back.
The all too familiar darkness is now creeping into my mind.
No thanks to you,
Of course.
I was okay.
I really was.
But I make one decision for myself and you had to throw me back to it;
The unforgiving darkness that will slowly,
But surely,
Rip me into pieces that I just put back together.
Can you not get it through your thick mind that you only make it worse?
I tell you that the darkness has left,
But you continue to question my judgement of my own mental health.
So much so that I start to question it myself.
I question everything that I believe.
Maybe I'm just lying to myself to hide how terrible I feel.
Even if I am lying to myself,
It's better than facing the fact that I am messed up inside.
I need help that I cannot get.
So why bother acknowledging something I cannot change?
Ignorance truly is bliss.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
And it's back.
The all too familiar darkness is now creeping into my mind.
No thanks to you,
Of course.
I was okay.
I really was.
But I make one decision for myself and you had to throw me back to it;
The unforgiving darkness that will slowly,
But surely,
Rip me into pieces that I just put back together.
Can you not get it through your thick mind that you only make it worse?
I tell you that the darkness has left,
But you continue to question my judgement of my own mental health.
So much so that I start to question it myself.
I question everything that I believe.
Maybe I'm just lying to myself to hide how terrible I feel.
Even if I am lying to myself,
It's better than facing the fact that I am messed up inside.
I need help that I cannot get.
So why bother acknowledging something I cannot change?
Ignorance truly is bliss.
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