Poem by Stoic Stranger
The following is a poem by braincels user Stoic Stranger
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"I sit in my room alone
With hatred in my heart
Waiting for someone to help me
For anything to start
I’m told that I am useless
Powerless and weak
Control out of my hands
All of a sudden meek
Nothing is my fault
It’s my illness that’s to blame
At times I’ve lost my way
At times I’ve lost my name
What if they’re all wrong?
And I deserve this shame
The horrors were my doing
Maybe I’m the one to blame
But it’s hard to draw the line
What are my limitations?
Maybe I’m just lazy
Maybe it’s my medications
They take away my soul
My goals and motivations
I’ve lost what made me special
My dreams and aspirations
Maybe it’s the fact
That I’ve lost my will to live
Maybe, maybe, maybe
Is that all I have to give?
I live in a world you can’t imagine
I’ve seen things that haunt my dreams
I’ve heard demons whisper schemes
In silence I hear screams
It’s hard to see in darkness
I cannot find my way
When lost in a different world
I find it hard to stay"
—Stoic Stranger