Me... Poem by Mentally ill ..
Me...
Me, the narcisstic word that everyone know.
Dear me, hope you find one day peace from the voices.
Hating myself is day being.
What i did wrong to live like this.
Me, slowly killing my self from the inside...but somethime on the outside too.
Long sleeves, maybe not in my dream's.
Just hold my hand and tell me its going to be okey even we both now, that this battle in my head i can't survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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