My health is always tearing me apart,
My mind and my heart.
When i look back on my journey,
I don't know how i got here.
I often thought of ending it all,
Of taking the pills to just end it.
I think of all the pain i've felt,
Of all the times it was too much.
I think of when i just gave up,
Not being able to take any more.
For so long i was angry with the world,
Any with myself and my health.
I was angry that i couldn't live,
The life that my friend had.
I had to watch from the windows,
As they ran and played.
While i sat with my crayons
colouring and prayed.
My illnesses never go away,
Some days are better than others.
On my bad days i want to die,
I can't help the thoughts in my mind.
The doctors have given me more pills to take,
Which makes me wonder how much more i can take.
There's no much more that i can do,
Than watch my health Tear me apart
And my family too.
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Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
