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Dying Inside

I'm at the end of sanities rope

What do I do?How do I cope?

How do I go on,I'm at my wits end?

I need a prayer,I need a friend

Lost to the feelings that eat me up inside

Drowning in thoughts I feel I have to hide

For who would understand my fragile mental state?

If they knew all my thoughts I'd be the one they'd sedate

So I lock them away

And say I'm okay

But inside I'm dying

A lonely heart crying

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Region, Country: New York, USA

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 6 months ago

No matter how much it feels like it you are not alone.

Do you believe in prayer? I am an atheist who believes in it. There are stranger and more powerful forces in the universe than we can conceive of yet. With your permission I will prayer for you, your poem spoke to me deeply. Also with your permission I will submit your name to my mother's Christian Covern prayer group. They are a potent force. Sometimes though it is enough just to know that others feel exactly the same and manage to survive. I have lived a life like Hunter S. Thompson and survived nearly 50 years through drugs, depression and despair (without his misogyny and guns). Also of course, with love, light and delight. There is always something better next. love, Jess