I need to keep myself on track
Make sure these thoughts won't stay
I measure my worth by the way that I crack
When my body feels like slipping away
I need to keep fighting the screaming words
That makes sure I can not rest
Fighting to see that even when it hurts
I am still, in some ways, blessed
I need to take back all control
Within my body and my brain
Trying to see when I dont feel whole
I still remain the same
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
