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Losing Me
They all say they understand
I do not think they do
Whenever I stop by to talk
They hope I'm just passing through
The conversations aren't that great
I leave them all thinking of death
They may not have to worry long
For soon I shall take my last breath
Despite the things I have yet to do
I'll rid the world of all I am
I blame no other person than I
I hope they will all understand
The world just doesn't need me now
For all those mistakes I make
Lord I lay me down to sleep
And pray that I won't wake
I see you grandma, I'm coming now
To greet you with eyes so bright
But grandma you're getting so far away
Now all I see is light
The blurred figures streaming by
And all those muffled shouts
Dragged back to a world I tried to leave
I promise I soon will get out
Back-story
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago, in the deepest part of my depression before I recieved medication. I have sympathy for anyone feeling similar emotions to those my poem describes. The pain is real, but so is the recovery, however long and painful it may be.
Bet it feels great to read
Bet it feels great to read now. So glad you've put it in the past.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "