Lying here all alone,
I can't pick up the phone.
I don't wanna be a burden.
You deserve so much
more than me.
Crying on the cold, hard ground,
I don't feel safe or sound.
Why am I such a burden?
You deserve so much
more than me.
Where is the light at
the end of the tunnel?
I can't see it.
Where am I going?
When will this all be over?
Where is the light? I can't see.
Why am I so sad?
What—with everything I have?
It doesn't make sense to me.
So many have it worse than me.
I find it hard to believe
that I could once again be happy.
It doesn't make sense to me.
So many have it worse than me.
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The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
