Poems · Uncategorized

08.09.2017

I’m just stressed.  I’m depressed
The ability for self-care has diminished to no end
It won’t stop.  It won’t halt.
It’s a mess how a mess I am.
There’s no breath in my chest.
There’s no fight for life.

I just want it all to end.

Time for me to pretend to be
happy again.

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