My heart is filled with so much sorrow, so much so I am afraid I will not wake up to see tomorrow.
I sit here in silence but my cries for help could not be any louder.
My body aches and it feels weak, comfort from this pain is all it seeks.
The pain is too great that from my heart it leaks. The only relief would be to forever sleep!
My anxiety reminds me of every thing I have ever done wrong, it weakens my mind so I can no longer remain strong. My depression just makes me wish from this world I was gone.
All the harsh words you have ever said are forever stuck inside of my head, all the promises you made still remain not kept. How do you expect me not to wish I was dead?
I am damaged and I am broken, the sooner you get that through your head the sooner you can save me from ending up dead.
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Jackie Sagastume
I am 35 years old and I have been writing poetry since I was in elementary school. I love to express myself through words and find that writing is a coping mechanism for me because my life is complicated.
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