Why are you surprised that I wish for my own demise?
It would be easier to die
It's what my flesh tells me all the time.
Then why am I still breathing?
I'm too stubborn to hold my breath and go under
Guess I just like taking a beating.
Not gonna lie it's like sometimes I like to be in pain.
Always taking the hard way
Never asking for help because I'm 'okay'
Well let's say,
I wake up one day and I'm not,
Who's gonna pick me up?
I'm picking up my beating heart in my hand,
I can't quite understand
Why I give it away like it's on demand
Then am surprised when they want it to end
They only fuel me to write more anyway
So I guess I'll stay the same
It's not like I can even handle change
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Invisible Ink
PoetryMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
