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When will the intrusive thoughts stop?

When will the voices in my head drop…

It.

Takes so much out of me,

Why can’t I see…

them.

For what they are?

Mere thoughts, by far…

From.

Reality, but the pain feels just as deep.

The line between truth and lies, I cannot see…

A.

Means to an end in positive light.

My darkness isn’t just at night…

Time.

Does not heal anything at all.

That’s where people like me fall…

Into.

This abyss of guilt and pain,

I cannot articulate the words to say…

How.

I truly feel about the past and what I go through,

Because my feelings would be misconstrued…

By.

People who call it gaslighting.

Something that most need help defining…

It.

Is not gaslighting when you are an actual victim.

It’s when someone plays victim to scenarios that come back kick them…

In.

The ass, because they created their situation,

That’s all just manipulation…

But.

That too is a mental health issue,

One that has narcissistic views…

On.

This I am not speaking,

And attention I am not seeking…

To.

Find where I belong, is what I am looking for,

Where my feelings won’t be thrown to the floor…

And.

Spat upon on with frustration,

As if it’s to say, I fell victim to my own creation…

But.

That holds no weight with me,

I did not cause what has happened to me.

And.

I just want to know, when will the intrusive thoughts stop?

When will the voices in my head drop…

It?

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