Lately I have been getting worse and the suicidal thoughts have been coming back into my head. I write poems when I feel depressed, so I just wanted to share this one, I wrote a couple nights ago.
The pain it stays
Sometimes for days and days
I feel death is looming
Feeling like I can’t do this anymore
Maybe it’s time for me to exit through the door
I am broken
I am broke
All they will ever say
“She couldn’t handle it”
Maybe its time
Time to say goodbye
Fall into the darkness
Say goodbye
Sorry mum
Sorry I was so weak
You deserved better
The family deserved better
I thought I deserved better
Turns out I didn’t deserve anything
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I understand.
BUT
The first step in healing is always pain (real talk). Even a small paper cut, first thing you feel is pain. Your body is already trying to heal the wound. Same thing for emotional/psychological trauma.
Bodies are weird
Can relate 100%.
The problem, wali2241, is that you are now a published poet. You had the brass to put your words out there for everyone to read, so you deserve the title. As a poet, though, you have to keep going. You might see or hear something today that will turn into words tomorrow, better words than you’ve ever written before. The poem you posted is good, but it reads like the work of a fledgling. I do not think it’s the best work you have in you. You cannot quit, poet, until you run out of words.