Black Poetry : I can't call it

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  1. MsInterpret

    MsInterpret Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    There is no struggle to cry
    as a little piece of me begins to die
    I don't know how much longer I can survive
    All I want to do is just lay down and succumb to a piece of cyanide

    Who will hold me?
    Who will tell me that's okay and give me confidence that I will live?
    I suppose I will just let it be.

    Continue to survive
    Continue to live with people who are a F--cking lie

    I've lost and continue to lose any amount of empathy
    I don't know how much more is in me

    I pray for an end
    But in the end, I still continue as I'm just going to begin

    Some are grateful that they wake up
    But I resent that I even have to get up

    Self gratification isn't enough
    I wish someone would shake me up and call life a bluff

    This isn't a gift
    This is nightmares shift

    Time to check in
    having to be born, must be a sin.
     
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    Nahshon Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I felt this way when I admitted myself in to the hospital for my severe depression...I feel your pain...
     
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    Depression Depression dont we all face it.
     
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