running with suicide
I'm running with suicide,
Reliving the memories,
Since my depression has struck me at this godforsaken hour of midnight.
I'm running with suicide,
Plotting out my death,
Knowing I will never go through it.
I'm running with suicide,
But my anxiety has put the fear into me,
That I may be missing out on something in life regardless of the shit I have been through.
I'm running with living,
I'm breathing and I waking up every day.
I do whatever I have to do to make it through the day,
I eat and I bathe,
I do everything to keep my body well sustained.
But every once in a while,
I crack under pressure and the suicidal thoughts pique through a little more than they should.
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YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
