What am I to do when I give it my best but it's not enough? When I'm ashamed to reach out for help someone to lean on and when I do I'm turned away? Death is such a curiosity for me, it makes me anxious, it keeps me up at night, like a lover it's always on my mind. Life is an abusive relationship that has me thinking maybe it's better to not have one at all.
No longer able to hold up to the pressure, to catch the stones thrown at me. I can't pick myself up, all I ever do is drag others down with me in an attempt to pick myself up, it's never enough. One tiny push gets thrown back twice as hard. I'm so done with trying, the pain of judgment, the ache of abandonment, I no longer wish to be here. To see the light of day would be a curse to my weary eyes.
Perhaps the mistake of having hope has lead me down the wrong road that should have ended much sooner than where I have gotten to as of now.
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Poems & Short stories
PoetryA montage of many different poems and such. (I've found more of my work and decided to clean this up a bit and put it in "chapters" also I've edited the mistakes and a few grammar problems to make it more enjoyable for you) :) please enjoy. **Edit a...
