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You will get better,
I know you will,
So tear up the letter,
and put down the pills.
You will get better,
i know you're strong
so stay alive
and prove yourself wrong.
Weak.
Shaking.
Shivering.
Aching.
The torment brings peace,
to an overly troubled mind.
In this chaos, there is
Release.
Comfort.
Fragility.
Beauty.
And complete destruction.
You were born to dream,
To love, to breathe.
You were given life
To fight defeat.
You were chosen
By God
To take a stand.
You were given breath
To grow into a man.
Your harsh words cut them like knives
but you still don't flinch.
Her heart is breaking
but you just leave.
His strength has faded and
your pride has grown.
You thought that you were ugly, so you learned to be invisible.
Learnt to look down, to avoid conversation and peoples stares; you spent your hours, days, weekends in quiet solitude.
I can’t stand anymore
It hurts to breathe
I can’t take anymore
Please save me
God You’re my only hope
I thought there was nothing left in the world
When she said no I lost my hope in life
When they teased me I lost my self-esteem
When my folks fought I felt alone in hell
When this happened I looked for an escape
You stand, stretching, reaching to the clouds,
Your words ,so heavy, raining down
Erasing smiles, birthing frowns.
Stealing hope, leaving doubt
Causing even light to bow
Are you such a giant now?
Hear the rusted cries of silent mouths,
Weeping bitterly, but not out loud.
They smile to your face,
But in their hearts, they feel disgrace.
You can see it in their eyes,
Which unlike their teeth, do not lie.
Depression strikes like a rock.
Each and every day I feel like going further and further away.
One thought, I’m done.
Another, I will always miss someone.
“Just take it,” they tell me.
