From time to time,
I loose my ability to hear
the sound of unattended TV and barely working electric fan leaves me..
it is replaced with a ringing sound; banging loud and silently unbarredI'm convinced that this happens
to make me snap out of it,
like a trying-hard gift from godBecause I think this is the closest I could get from peace,
the kind of peace that I don't have to constantly fight for..It's a cheat code, a way from me to take a break from the suicide thoughts consistently encouraging me to do it
thank you for trying to help me, dearest creator
or at least that's what my faith for you
tries to see,
or maybe that's what my hope to get better tries to tell me...it doesn't really matter,
anything other than sadness, I'll take it

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Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...