Undecided

I’ve been toiling over

This monumental decision

But my mind keeps clouding

My weary hearts vision

 

When will I learn

To do things right,

How am I able

To keep up this fight

 

How will I know

I’ve made the right decision

When all I can do

Is fuck up with such precision

 

I feel trapped in this haze

Of trying to make it all right,

But it feels like a losing battle

The harder I fight

 

I wish I could escape

This darkness and pain,

The more I try thinking

Makes me feel I’m insane

 

So the time is at hand

To finally choose

Will it be life or death

That sets me free of these blues

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about depression.

allets's picture

A Strugge Indeed

for many - slc



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