When do you need
to step back
and breathe?
Why should I have
to sit and listen
to problem
after problem
when I was never helped
when I was low?
Why should I have
to suffer your
harsh words
of depression
when I'm still getting over
mine?
Why should I be
forced to see
a place I left
a while ago?
Why should I have
to figure out answers
to questions I
ask myself?
Why should I have
to cry silently at night
with no shoulder
because yours
can't hold me?
When is the point
when I have to stop
and breathe?
Is it when
your words alone
can make me
want to give up
all over again?
I don't want you to die.
But shouldn't I
protect myself?
Or get you better,
just to leave me
in a hole.
Of depression that
I may not
escape from
again.
But I know,
deep down inside
I will always
hold my breath
for you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
