The well of tears just turned into a waterfall:
A sign that I may not be well at all,
That there is something broken here inside of me,
And I'm not as happy as I pretend to be.
Life's full of ups and down, like a rollercoaster;
Funny how it brought us to both tears and laughter,
I'm left to wonder, would this life take me under?
Would it kill me, or would rather make me stronger?
The weight on my chest gradually crushes my heart,
Heartbeat's off-the-chart, I'm slowly falling apart;
Barely holding on, I'm hanging on by a thread,
Dejected, downhearted, afraid of what lies ahead.
'Cause I'm on the edge and thinking I'm gonna break;
The pain that I feel is more than what I can take;
I'm seeking answer at the bottom of this beer,
Thinking maybe this'll shut my brain's left hemisphere.
Though my mind is screaming loudly inside my head:
"Make this pain end, cut your wrist and bled 'till you're dead;"
In heavens I earnestly requested, pleaded:
For every tear I shed, i cast off pain, instead.
Life is not a 'piece of cake', never clear: opaque,
Chance of mistake with every decisions I make;
And even my tears can already form a lake,
Ev'ry morning I wake, is a fresh chance I take;
Heavy heart is like a dark gray cloud in the sky,
Best relieve by pouring a little rain, so cry;
Though we can't equate crying as a form of strength,
Still, tears can alleviate the weight of heart's content.
Sometimes we're stronger when we admit we're weak,
Than play hide-and-seek with feelings that makes us sick.
Express and release what upsets, be cathartic,
'Cause it takes a lot more courage to yield and speak.
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PoesíaSENTIENT: Poems of Depression and Anxiety WARNING: Sensitive content. Life is full of tricks hidden under its sleeves. It never cease to amaze and surprise. It never stops whether it is no longer amusing nor entertaining. This is a poem about how I...
