From time to time, as life passes by
I think to myself, "why do I try?"
Why am I still here?
What is the point?
Why do I continue to fight?
My demons within haunt my mind
Leaving me feeling numb all the time.
I hate myself, and I hate my life.
Yet, there's one reason why I try.
You, my dear, if you still love me.
You keep me going.
I'm trying, I really am.
I promise I won't hurt myself,
Even though I know I can.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
