Friday August 7

My mind has become a dark cage I'm trapped in. The voices in my head are the only company I've got...my heart is being torn into pieces that can not be repaired.
My past
My insecurities
My anxiety
My depression are the ones caging me in.
I feel like the hope I have in my hands isn't strong enough to break them all at once.
It's so lonely in here, full of despair and misery, regrets crawling up my skin and diving through my body then soul.
I don't know what else to do...I've tried everything I can...All the possible way out but nothing.
But I have a little bit of hope though just for the sake of my broken self I'll hold on to that.

~Anonymous me🦋

We are together yet we are alone.

I think I am tired of this lie we keep feeding ourselves. Aren't you?

I think the more I stay, the more I understand why I need a break from all of this

Daddy,how can I explain my depression to you?

How will I be able to make you understand something I can't even understand?

Did we learn to make poetry out of pain because somehow we knew in our hearts that this misery isnot leaving us?

Did we force ourselves to make pretty shit out of painful shit?

This life has been nothing but disappointing.

For all of you out there who want to seek psychiatric help here is a list of contacts for psychiatric hospitals in Addis Ababa,
Lebeza psychiatry~0947406511
0118352929
0966111111
Sitota psychiatry~011912749
0942128339
0913692774
Dr.Yonas Baheretibeb~0913690631
Ethiopia psychiatric clinic~0941767676

Asking for help isnot a weakness,if you think you want it,do it. It takes too much strength to ask for help and tell people about your problems and expect them to understand. Your loved ones will want to help you. Let them help you. Let them fight for you.Let them love you🖤🖤🖤🖤

If I am not hurting myself, I am hurting everyone around me. I am broken.

Here is my first amharic poem. I hope you guys like it.🖤🖤🖤

Your eyes are sad.