durda_dan
Well-known member
I made this little poem to explain how i feel
you come into my head
you fill me with dread.
you tell me to kill
Make me feel ill.
Make you go away
so i can live day to day.
demons in my mind
i can't seem to unwind.
go away go away go away.
thats all i have to say.
today was a terrible day for my OCD. all day. i wish i could just make it walk away.
so many bad people out there, *my old room ate for instance* a complete asshole, never did anything for anyonem and he is happy, he is healthy in mind and body
then here we are. we are all good people, why do we have to deal with this shit?
I don't wish it upon my enemies, But i don't think it's fair that God is Giving us this *gift* rather then the people who don't contribute anything?
maybe in the end OCD will all be a joke, maybe it's not real. when we pass on maybe we will see what the point of life is, And why we have problems
Maybe as people we are too good, too perfect, God loves us, he is protecting us from changing the world when it doesn't yet need to be changed, Holding us back until the time when our OCD goes away. I am not going to eat Medicine for my OCD, i will Overcome my OCD.
I will be the victor, God gave me this. and i will hold it on my sholders. I will carry it like a flag in the wind.
I will win!
you come into my head
you fill me with dread.
you tell me to kill
Make me feel ill.
Make you go away
so i can live day to day.
demons in my mind
i can't seem to unwind.
go away go away go away.
thats all i have to say.
today was a terrible day for my OCD. all day. i wish i could just make it walk away.
so many bad people out there, *my old room ate for instance* a complete asshole, never did anything for anyonem and he is happy, he is healthy in mind and body
then here we are. we are all good people, why do we have to deal with this shit?
I don't wish it upon my enemies, But i don't think it's fair that God is Giving us this *gift* rather then the people who don't contribute anything?
maybe in the end OCD will all be a joke, maybe it's not real. when we pass on maybe we will see what the point of life is, And why we have problems
Maybe as people we are too good, too perfect, God loves us, he is protecting us from changing the world when it doesn't yet need to be changed, Holding us back until the time when our OCD goes away. I am not going to eat Medicine for my OCD, i will Overcome my OCD.
I will be the victor, God gave me this. and i will hold it on my sholders. I will carry it like a flag in the wind.
I will win!
