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Nothing

December 17, 2021
By Wrathchild BRONZE, Ogdensburg, New York
Wrathchild BRONZE, Ogdensburg, New York
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I don’t need any drugs to numb me,

Fallen outside of reality.

I’m tired of fighting your battles with mine,

My brain is wrapped in thorny vine.

Punching and screaming and throwing a fit,

A spark to the flame and the fire’s been lit.

Hiding behind a flimsy mask,

I’ll say yes whenever you ask.

Perhaps it is love that will cure my disease,

Somebody to hold, somebody to squeeze.

Why do I feel so cold and alone?

Do others feel what I have known?

So while I speak you may just yawn,

The most change I’ll make is when I’m gone.


The author's comments:

My name is Christopher, I'm 15 years old, and I wrote this poem to show my struggles with mental illness. In 2018, I was diagnosed with OCD and Early-Onset Schizophrenia, and in 2021 I was diagnosed with ADHD. This poem in particular addresses the feelings I have of emptyness and withdrawl from reality, which can lead outbursts of hallucinations, delusions, and anxiety which can then lead to physical reactions such as hitting, screaming, shaking, and disorganized speech. I wrote this poem to express my internal feelings to the world, and to hopefully let people know that they are not alone in their stuggles and can always receive help.


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