Crying each morning,
Crying all day.
Releasing the sorrow,
Releasing the pain.
Fight to wake up,
Fight to get out of bed.
Fighting the demons.
Inside my head.
Where do they come from,
Why are they there.
Maybe things would be different,
If someone would care.
Most look away.
It’s easier for them.
But I have a solution.
They will see then.
Maybe feel guilt,
Maybe feel shame.
Maybe feel something,
If they remember my name.
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Lol, still around with your poetry?
I’m getting ready to exit. Final planning stages. How are you doing? I Missed you. I am not well.
It’s odd, but having the means at my disposal kind of helps me rebound off the floor of indifference and dispair.
@StruggleOn – Nyahahaha! I know right?
PS why aren’t you in the chat?
Wigster, I’m sorry, hope you get better 🙂