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Three In The Morning
By LiesWithin
Everyday its a constant battle to be alright
You don't know how worse it gets at night
Thinking of everything that ever hurt me
The trouble is worse than you've ever seen
The nights where I'm numb, feel nothing at all
Then the tears and wanting to die,
Violent outbursts and nobody to call
Wondering why it is I even try
Thoughts surround me, pushing ideas in my head
Its all my fault, I'd rather be dead
And all this time, it wasn't who hurt me
It wasn't who fucked up my life
In my search for love so desperately,
I had to hurt, smile, and lie
That's what gets to me three in the morning
What I had to be just to feel like I was worth something
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A former member wrote:
I have really bad depression and anxiety and I know exactly what this is like. Very true poem. I love it.
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On Thursday, January 1, 2015, Nimue44
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wrote:
I know sometimes you've heard this, but if the world considers you're not worth it, the world is not worth of you. There is always someone that can appreciate all your nonsense, madness, despair, poetry and self-destruction. In my country we have this expression: "There's always a broken one for an unstitched one." Bad translation but hope you understand it.
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On Thursday, January 1, 2015, Flying indigo express
(148) wrote:
I know EXACTLY what that's like. Self justification to the ghost of yesterday, but no one to hear you. When the bolt of anxiety shocks from sleep, and there's nothing but an empty room for you greet. At 3am, when the demons come calling. You are not alone.
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A former member wrote:
I'm sorry you to hear this. Well expressed. I hope 5 hints yet better for you.
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