I feel so sick
I see everything I’ve done wrong
Notwithstanding the good I’ve done
I wish there was a song to hear or some words to read
To make me satisfied with me
But there’s nothing
I see the real me
It makes me sick
I make me sick
The fourth line is the reason I typed this. I wanted some way of falling asleep feeling like something's complete, like I didn't have to ignore something or shove it under the rug. I'm still searching for whatever that is. Does it exist?
Bedshaped by Keane is my best attempt for tonight
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This is simply me honestly posting my thoughts. It may contain poetry, rants, stories or anything else I deem useful to get my thoughts through. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The reason I'm putting this here is so that maybe someone will read it and find comfort in knowing they are not alone in what they think.
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