i climbed the mountains
and crossed the hills
of misery
with all my will.
it should be over,
it should be done,
but the pain
has just begun.
this heavy feeling
inside me
should inspire me
to be set free.
but instead
it wears me down,
this illness is
a heavy crown.
i just want
to go to rest,
i know it will
be for the best.
to close my eyes
and just give up.
to go to sleep
and not wake up.
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Secrets Of The Broken
PoetryPoems and pieces of writing about the secrets of mental illness, insecurities, abuse, heartbreak, accepting yourself and recovery. Just want to let you all know you're not alone, and if you ever need to talk I understand *Trigger warning*
