Poetry

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I think I'll be sad forever. No pity just truth.
Walk on needles but it doesn't sting like it used to.
"Learning to live with my demons."
Hardest thing I've ever had to do.
Everything inside me is saying to run as fast as I can.
I don't necessarily feel strong but many people believe I am.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe I'm barely there.
Too much to do and never enough done.
It's my duty to do the things I do.
Weak days are unacceptable.
I made that choice after too many depressions.
That when everything is done you medicate and dry your tears.
You know better than this.
Take a drink, take a few more, and maybe a few more.
To kill the emotion.
To bury it 6ft deep.
That if I ever come to visit it will be with a bottle of rum.