At this point in my life im in a real bad place,
My head is a real dark space,
I guess this is my new norm,
Suicidal thoughts and contemplating self harm,
Random break downs when no one is around,
The tears that cant fall and the words that wont come out,
This is what the real me is about,
Im not as strong as i seem,
I only have true happiness in my dreams,
Poetry is my way of venting,
This is the real me,
Thank you for listening
Snookums18
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Snookums18
The real meAt this point in my life im in a real bad place, My head is a real dark space, I guess this is my new norm, Suicidal thoughts and contemplating self harm, Random break downs when no one is around, The tears that cant fall and the words that wont come out, This is what the real me is about, Im not as strong as i seem, I only have true happiness in my dreams, Poetry is my way of venting, This is the real me, Thank you for listening  |
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