I had drowned before I got a chance to swim
I sought help but everyone looked away at a whim
My legs grew numb that I couldn't feel a sore
With full strength, I swam towards the shore
I'm safe and alive but I forgot how to breathe
I forgot how it felt like to have my knife on a sheathe
I forgot how it felt like to hear myself laugh more
I forgot how it felt like to know what to live for
I kept asking myself, "Am I truly alive?"
With all these bloodless wounds that I've yet to connive
Is there someone out there that could hear my plea?
Desperately, hear me! From myself, I have to be free!
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January 11, 2022 9:44 am
Cainta, RIzal
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A Profound Catharsis
PoetryI am going through such an emotional stress. No professionals involved yet, so I wouldn't know the severity of my mental state. Instead of slashing my own wrist or hanging myself in the ceiling, I decided to write poems. I have also started studyin...
