Something you don't see,
Something you feel,
Something horrible.
Getting away from it,
It's like your hands and legs are tied,
With ropes that won't let you go,
Tight cords that want your suffering.
Violent,
Cruel,
Vicious,
Painful,
Depressing,
Terrifying,
Cold,
Lonely.
They all say to:
Take a walk.
Clear your head.
Breathe in.
Count to ten.
It'll all be fine.
You'll be OK.
This will pass.
Liars.
Walking away never helped.
Breathing kind of did, but not since then.
Counting to ten is pointless.
It's not fine and never will be.
I won't be OK.
This won't pass.
It's all so useless.
What is worth this suffering?
What is worth this pain?
What is worth any of this suffering?
What is worth any of this pain?
Why is anything worth any of it?
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
