The Real Me...A Poem by Sapphire NaylorA journal entry I wrote a while ago... Thought people with depression might be able to relate. Hope you like it.You wanna know what my biggest problem is? I take things and blow them way out of proportion. I am becoming way to worried about myself. I want things and I want them now. I want to be the best right there and then. I'm getting emotionally scared by myself. I am screaming on the inside, hoping that someone notices. I am not alright. I am dying inside. I don't know why! No one is noticing anything different about me. If they have they haven't told me about it. I am not afraid of death. I'm not afraid of someone killing me, torturing me, hitting me, yelling at me. I am scared at that second but then I calm down. The thing I am most terrified of is... me. I am my worst enemy. I beat myself up. I make myself cry. I am not afraid of dying. I cause my own pain and then complain when someone is telling me what's wrong with their life. At least they have a reason. I'm scared of the dark. I'm scared of violence. I am scared of change. Not because of monsters, or getting hurt, or new things. I'm scared of them because I'm scared on how I react to what happens. I make a big deal out of nothing, imagine what I would do when there is actually something to get upset over... © 2014 Sapphire NaylorAuthor's Note
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Added on February 13, 2014Last Updated on February 13, 2014 Tags: depression, hate, myself, self, poem, journal, dying, torturing, self-hatred AuthorSapphire NaylorTXAboutMy name is Sapphire (and yes that is really my name) and I'm an INFP. I welcome any new writers and I have been through a lot and understand most peoples feelings. I love writing and anything to do wi.. more..Writing
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