Emotionally Blind

Emotionally Blind short poem

Uploaded by Jack Custance

When you wake up.
Is it worth it.
Facing another day.
Feeling nothing but psychological pain.
Feeling like no one cares about you.
Thinking that your life is worthless.
Feeling that your insignificant.
Knowing you have freinds but feeling alone.
Being surrounded by the positivity, but only seeing the negative.
Seeing the darkness amonst the colours that are meant to stand out.
Seeing nothing but pain.
Feeling nothing but pain.

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