It's eating at my soul,
The never ending pain.
Will I ever get a break?
Will I finally have my relief?
I'm through pretending to be happy,
To not be drowning in sorrow.
I don't want to pretend that I'm not dying inside.
I want it to be over
The distractions are failing,
I still feel the loneliness.
It's always there,
No matter how much I want it to leave.
I'm suffocating,
I can barely breathe through the torture.
The pain is crippling,
Making it hard to go on.
It takes away my willpower,
And all of my motivation.
It's hard to get up,
It's hard to eat.
Can it please end?
I need it gone.
If it doesn't go soon,
I don't know what I'll do.
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Story of my Life
PoetryThese are going to be poems that I have written though out my life that sort of explain things. I started these when I first developed depression which is why quite a few are kind of dark. The poems each mark a time period in my life starting two ye...
