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Things That Don't Cross My Mind

Poetry

What would it be like? To breathe one last breath. To feel it all end. Is it peaceful? Is it painless? What's it like to breathe your last breath of this toxic life? Refreshing? Maybe. Calming? Possibly. Does it hurt to drown? What is it like to ove...

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by ShelbyKroll

by ShelbyKroll

"Help me"

The same two words crossing through my mind over and over, the repetition of the words haunting my every bone. The words I am not able to say.

"Help me"

Does it show weakness to ask for help? I always thought it did, and I did not want to be weak.

I always thought of myself as a strong person that didn't give into things easily, and that didn't break down. But lately that seems to be the only things that I can do.

Break down.

Cry.

Break down.

Cry.

It's a never ending repetition of actions that I can't seem to shake.

Help Me