I'm stressed.
I'm depressed.
I can't get no rest.
'Cause sleep requires peace,
And I don't have that.
I pretend everything's okay.
Hoping that I will be, someday.
I live my life feeling sad, sorry and shameless.
But I get through, regardless.
The more I try to open up
Is the more I realise how much I'm fucked up.
My life's like tea that is overflowing and spilling out a cup.
By : Lerato Yellow Motaung 💛
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Surviving The Dark - Poems And Thoughts
ŞiirThis one is for the poetry lovers, precisely the sad poem lovers cause there's most of them here. If you're at a dark place mentally and you feel like you're alone, you're wrong cause these poems are written by someone that also knows what it feels...
