This life I brought myself
Very dark, will it just be a chapter in the shelf?
I don’t know whether to run and hide
But the hole I’m falling in is so wide
The way out is blocked by thoughts
Of self hatred and demons holding my throat
Life, I beg to live
Every moment I want to give
Love, help, sincerity
All the good within me
I am fine, I guess I will be
First thing to solve a problem is to admit it
Im not okay then it’ll be fixed
Instead of grieving and make my emotions mixed
All the people around I don’t need
Only few to help me breathe
That's definately one of the wonderous things of poety...
When we're down and troubled and we write and look back on our words. In our reflections, we can see what's wrong. We've become so afraid of asking for help that some of us, just drown in our our insanity, our apathy, our misery. But I'll tell you this, misery loves company! :) A sad write, but insightful too. I can relate and I just wanted to try and say something nice for you.
Drown in our our insanity- I like that
Thank you. I really appriciate it. And what you said above is very true. The only escape is writing and then looking back at it. <3