I live every day longing for you...no matter how much I waited for you every night you never came.
I've waited and waited for years and the more it hurts the more I long for you.
I look up at the sky thinking when will I ever be there? I'm seeking the truth no matter how ugly it might be... Even now I still long for you, even at this night.. I'm going to wait for you... Will I hesitate when you come? Will I look back?
Won't you take me away? Far away from everything I've got?
But if I go there.. if I go with you.. Will it all end? Will my pain really be gone? If it won't be washed away I won't want you anymore.
I know there's no coming back from that path..will I still walk it?....
Ah even now that it hurts I long for you even more.
I wonder if there's someone to hold my hand and ask me not to go with you... I wonder what my truth will be? what my end will be?
Dear death, why won't you come for me already?
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Dear death
Poetrya letter I wrote January 2019 while going through depression, my feelings keep changing but I keep going back to that place every year at least once. I don't know who would relate but here it is.
