I feel drained.
Completely drained.
Tired of dealing with everyone.
Tired of dealing with everything.
Tired of dealing with my existence.
I'm all in my head.
I keep telling myself to "wake up."
It's just not happening.
I want to be solely restored.
Strength is all I ask for.
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Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
