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Being Weak Doesn’t Mean I Should Give In

Mental Health

By Kayla MariePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I don’t like looking weak when I have anxiety

That’s why my anger and frustration take over

To protect me when I need it

My body's own self-defense mechanism against emotional conflicts

When I can’t function from crying it can turn into anger

Trying to help myself but failing with all the reason

I think I have a fucked up wise mind

Where it takes all the reason and puts emotions in it

Instead of collaborating together

They scream at each other

Vicious cycle of self-emotional abuse

Don’t want to hang by that noose

Yet my hands tied it up

Set that chair center

Tried to kick it away

But holding on strong

Don’t black out

Don’t black out

Just hold on one more last second

Help came through the door

Screaming this isn’t going to be the night

Broke through those walls keeping me trapped for so long

Not going to let go of this soul feeling

Meant to be old when it is my time to be leaving

sad poetry
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