A Story of me

by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet   May 15, 2019


They ask me
why am I
so hard
on
myself?

Why do
I always
beat
myself
up?

How come
I
just can’t let
it go?

The answer to
that is
I don’t know,

I allow my
past
to define
me
and steer my
life
and I feel like
I’m losing
control,

Finally collapsing
because of the burdens
I carry,

Falling to my
knees
not willing
to get up,

Crying
on the inside
in front
of others
and
crying
oceans when I’m
alone,

Screaming
into my
pillow,

Beating
my mattress
until I
tire myself out,

Praying
to God
to kill me

Oh lord
hear my
prayer,

My life
I cannot
bare,

Kiss my
eyes
and lay
me to
sleep,

Watch over
my family
because I was too
weak?

In your name
I know you
can do all things
with power
in your
hands,

So give me
this last
wish
and take me
away,

So my
new life
whether it’s an eternity
of torture
or paradise
can begin,
Amen,

I wish
I wasn’t like this
I wasn’t always
like this,

The past me
before I was
exposed to love
for the first
time
is but a
memory,

Now I’m
broken
and
torn,

No way to
get back what
I lost
or find
anything new,

I’m just waiting
to die
alone
grief stricken
and heartbroken.

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  • 5 days ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A harsh and desolate write. :( We can often be our own worst enemies and persecute ourselves when really we should be concentrating on our strengths and our achievements. The reality is that we can't change what happened yesterday but we do have a choice in what we do right now. We can change our destiny just by making the tiniest of choices, through the way we think and approach life moving forward. Tomorrow is always an unwritten page just waiting for us to put pen to paper. Sending you a warm hug and hopes that things improve. Milly x

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