I sit to write what I feel
The emotions that drive me
Kill me, make me laugh and cry
I am struggling to think of something
Anything to make this make sense
But when I sit and stare blankly
This page just seems to be more empty
I sit with pen to page
Write it out, that's the game
We tell ourselves we'll be okay
Just one more day
One more day of trying to survive
One more day of trying to stay numb
But for how long?
How long can one fight without a win
Because before long, this life will end.
And to some the end is scary
The unknown is purely terrifying
But to me death seems like a sweet kiss
Lying me down to rest
Let me forget the pains and suffering
If only I could escape it for eternity
I ask why me
But maybe there's more
Maybe I'm meant to carry these burdens
And to keep this weight on my shoulders
But it gets heavy and I struggle to stand
All alone no ones hand
To pull me out and hold me close
I'll make it through all on my own
I have since the first day and
I am strong, today that doesn't change.
Fighting through the storms and
Trying to calm a raging sea
The waters are high and my faith is weak
But still I go on
For hope there is better for me.
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Coping Mechanisms
RandomThis is a random collection of my writings when I become engulfed in my feelings, whether positive or negative. Writing them out is my coping mechanism. Enjoy and if you relate let me know!
