What is this pain?
Please make it stop!
What was the gain?
Not anything I want.
I thought this love
would make me rejoice,
but it brought suffering,
and not by choice.
My heart isn't cracked,
It's shattered to pieces.
Thoughts of suicide,
my mind releases.
I've fallen hard,
and now I pay the price.
But even that
just doesn't feel right.
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.
