It's alright.
Stay calm.
Count to 10.
I don't have the time or patience to do that over and over again.
It's so much easier just to bottle every emotion you have up.
So much easier not to cry and look grown up.
Maturity is an act that can clearly be faked.
If I am lying the through my heart put a stake.
It's alright.
Stay calm.
Count to ten.
It's so much simpler just to let everything go, pull my sleeves up, and start again.
But I chose this life.
I chose this hell.
I wonder somedays if it even matters.
Then somebody pulls me from the edge and puts together the tatters.
They care for me and they nurse me back to good health.
Then they abandon me and leave me wandering in a sea of guilt.
It's alright.
Stay calm.
Count to ten.
I can't do this I can't let it happen again.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
