Sometimes there is a feeling I can't describe.
It claws its way up my stomach reaching for comfort.
In my chest like an ache it seeps deeper inside,
The feeling it grows when life is no longer worth the effort.
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It's always there in the background,
Slithering its slippery way into my mind,
Getting louder and louder until it's shouts are the only sound.
The words it yells always telling me it's better if I died.
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I just want this feeling to one day go away.
It digs its crooked talons deeper just when I think I have it out.
Please make it leave my life before I continue to decay.
I'm tired of it whispering in the quiet of all of my self doubts.
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My muscles have quit their ceaseless movement,
The only feeling I endure escapes my understanding.
What could have brought this on but my fear of abandonment?
I guess I am stuck with a hole in my heart always expanding.
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Wilting Rose
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