i have come to accept
i may never be better
and that
i will never receive the love i crave
two
acceptances
that don't bring me peace
as many do
but instead tear at me from the
inside out
i am broken
deeply, fully, irreparably
and i doubt
my body
will ever stop fighting back
my mind will always
seek the easy way out
leaving me to fight for every day
i will myself to survive
and i
will never
be loved
like a family should love me
my marriage will never be
celebrated without any ill will
i will never have gatherings
and introduce my children to their
grandparents without the feeling
that my very existence and happiness
depletes theirs.
i can never simply live life
without hurting others in the process
and that.
kind of shit.
is the kind of shit.
that makes existence even harder
than my chemical imbalance
already does.
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digital dance - poetry
Poesíayoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
