I can hear my mom crying.
I can hear her muted sobs.
I can hear the sniffling.
Sometimes I can hear my heart breaking. I can physically feel my happiness slowly draining until there is nothing left. Sometimes I just want it to all end. All the pain all the suffering. It's all too much. I can't anymore. I remember one night I prayed to peacefully be taken from this disaster while I'm asleep. I prayed to close my eyes and never open them again. I prayed for weeks, months, years. But that dream never came true. So here I am, suffering. Suffering from things that no one should ever feel, things no one should ever go through.
It is all too much.
There's so many things wrong with me. I wish I could temporarily put my life on pause. It's all too much. It's so overwhelming. My heart hurts. My head hurts. My body hurts.
I can't take it all anymore. I wish I could go back to the moment I was born and make sure it had never happened sometimes.
I don't exactly want to die,
but I wouldn't mind it.
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Delicate Meanings
PoetryEverything written by yours truly. - I'm just going through some shit trying to get through it all alive. "Nobody's perfect" but they always expect you to be.
