The never-ending loop
I wonder
What if I surrender?
Surrender to the demons beneath
Surrender to the demons holding me under water
If I surrender
The pain will release
I will stay a float
I see things I wish to unsee
I wish to kill my memory
Let me forget
I wish not to be a burden
I wish for someone to understand
I wish to be left dead
I want people to not know
I want to be put to sleep
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The Poors Of The Pity •Mental Health Poetry•
PoetryThis ones is filled with poems that I had created when I was going through a rough patch. Its shows you that it doesn't last forever though it might feel like it. I was going through a lot in multiple scenarios and I just wanted to show you if you w...
