Dear dearly beloved,
It's me, again.
I'm sorry for the
Pain and sorrow.
I just want to let
You all know that
There's only
So much lower
I can go.
There's a bullet
With my name on it,
But I don't want
To pull the trigger.
I promise I'm not a quitter,
But I'm far from
Being a winner.
I'm always pulled in
Every direction,
And I feel I fail
Every time, stepping
In the wrong direction.
It's hard to compartmentalize
And section my emotions,
I'm always one step away
From jumping off a ledge,
And it's getting harder
Just to hold on.
Dear dearly beloved,
Pray that I make it through,
So my soul doesn't get
Crushed by the weight
Of the world,
And delivered to the underworld.
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
Dear dearly beloved,
It's me, again.
I'm sorry for the
Pain and sorrow.
I just want to let
You all know that
There's only
So much lower
I can go.
There's a bullet
With my name on it,
But I don't want
To pull the trigger.
I promise I'm not a quitter,
But I'm far from
Being a winner.
I'm always pulled in
Every direction,
And I feel I fail
Every time, stepping
In the wrong direction.
It's hard to compartmentalize
And section my emotions,
I'm always one step away
From jumping off a ledge,
And it's getting harder
Just to hold on.
Dear dearly beloved,
Pray that I make it through,
So my soul doesn't get
Crushed by the weight
Of the world,
And delivered to the underworld.
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