Crying my lungs out til I feel a pain in my chest.
When will I get rest?
I'm always tired and depressed.
Losing weight 'cause I've been stressed.
I can't take it no more.
The weight is getting heavier, it's pulling me down.
The only thing I think about is my death.
Should I hold on or let go of my breath?
My soul craves for eternal peace.
Where all these crazy emotions are released.
By : Lerato Yellow Motaung 💛
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Surviving The Dark - Poems And Thoughts
PoetryThis 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...
