Poetry
as i ponder these questions
and all your suggestions
i start to think about these ways
cuz ive drank away so many days
and you asked my why
i thought for once i was happy with my friend
that the wounds were beginging to mend
but i got lost in an illusion
that now feels like an intrusion
I want to get over my mental illness already
I feel like I deserve it,
I know I'm not a good person
But i'm a person nonetheless
its been a while since i could say im alright
no matter how hard i cant seem to win this fight
ive tried so hard
but ive let down my gaurd
I wonder if we were not meant to be happy
cause from what these eyes have seen
it's hard to believe anyone can
in a world full of hatred and scared people
I looked to as a friend,
I tried my best to forget the things you did
but it was a lonely time and you were the only thing that felt right in life.
Not its to late,
I don't want to hurt myself today.
I don't want to kill myself today.
I don't want to stare at the wall for hours anymore.
I don't feel empty anymore.
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