Shell

Some days
I feel as if I am a shell
of myself
not a real person
just a wandering body
full of broken glass
some days,
I think there is no hope
left in this world
and I cry
from the pain of it
for the burden
of this life
feels too much to bear


Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Creative Writing, Depression, Grief, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, PTSD, Suicide, Writing

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