I know I’m young
Only 16
But there is so much pain
Can I handle one more day of this?
I’m all alone in this.
One more day of…
Abuse
Depression
Anxiety
Never being able to be heard
Its like I’m in the ocean…
Only an inch beneath the surface
Fighting for a breathe
Only to be pushed down further and further…
By the waves of eternal rest…
Take me into your gentle caress
This is the final step.
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Beautiful poem. I hope you live to write many, many more.
Hello. I have been where you are now and I know it isn’t a pleasant place.
You crave the gentle caress of sleep that runs over your wakefulness and drowns memories. Life has come to you, unrequested, and worn you out in a seemingly unending battle of pain.
I have been there.
I don’t claim to say that the pain ends. Your pain right now may with time dissolve, but another form will come haunting and your battle will begin anew. Life is a struggle in its entirety perhaps- but you aren’t alone. As long as there is life, you are not alone. Life is very equipped to fight the many forms of grievances and annoyances that people everywhere face, and death is hard to achieve, which is why you find many of us here seeking each other so that we may have companionship or even a reason to live another day.
Your poem is beautiful. Please write more of who you are.
I know exactly what you are feeling … ?? I hope things get better for you before you decide to make the final decision