Untitled Poem: November Day 12

Continuing from the same challenge thing I mentioned in the last post. 

This is my poem for the 12th of November. 

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... I’m tired. 

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The dilemma of staying in the known

or venturing into the unknown. This comfort zone isn't actually comfortable,

but it's all I know. To stay or leave? To stay in the dumps

or rise up? Those are the real questions. Do I want to get better?

Or do I want to have Anxiety and Depression to accompany me

throughout my life? I'm indecisive, so indecisive, it sickens me.

The way I'm strapped into myself,

I can't escape.

I can't trust my mind.

Self-destructive tendencies.

What am I doing?

Why can't I stop?

Why can't I just get better

be okay

be normal? I'm told to simply

"Wake up and be a better person!"

It's a lot harder than that. I want to break out of these ties,

but I keep on getting pulled back.

Please believe me when I tell you

I tried.