Internal Suffering
A poem I wrote when battling and almost losing to depression made worse by death of a loved one.
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So..please tell me...
what do you think?
Should I jump..
or stand here, waiting on the brink.
Of sanity that has so
dragged me here..
to the very edge of a cliff
where I fear.
For my life that I risk
waiting here for my doom,
and yet..alone I stand
waiting here in this room..
This chasm, this chamber!
this bottomless pit!
Full of agony, and anger
and I feel this is it.
This is where I belong,
where I'm welcomed, and kept.
Standing here on this floor
where I've lain, where I've wept,
till my cheek was soaked
by my puddle of tears
this place is my home,
and has been so for years.
I'm losing it, my grip,
to escape my own mind.
The thoughts that
have torn, and left scars behind.
It is now this decision
that will soon be my fate,
but I must decide
before it's too late!
So..please tell me...
what do you think?
Should I jump..
or stand here, waiting on the brink...
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