The tears are backed up so much
I wish they’d come
I wish they’d run
And finally get all of my emotions to out of my headspace
A shell that’s almost numb
Run down from the lifelong fight
Often feeling dumb
And always in fight or flight
A father whom is barely home
A mother whom I only know over the phone
Ever since the last one left
I’ve been living in a basically broken home
Night after night
Day after day
I still feel the same pain
And still comes the same rain
Suicidal contemplation's
Consumed by anxious thoughts
Filled with my worst fears
And followed by my vulnerabilities and desperate actions
An emotionally unstable demon
One whom tries to be happy
But is beaten down every time
And left alone in his own minds creation of purgatory
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC
The tears are backed up so much
I wish they’d come
I wish they’d run
And finally get all of my emotions to out of my headspace
A shell that’s almost numb
Run down from the lifelong fight
Often feeling dumb
And always in fight or flight
A father whom is barely home
A mother whom I only know over the phone
Ever since the last one left
I’ve been living in a basically broken home
Night after night
Day after day
I still feel the same pain
And still comes the same rain
Suicidal contemplation's
Consumed by anxious thoughts
Filled with my worst fears
And followed by my vulnerabilities and desperate actions
An emotionally unstable demon
One whom tries to be happy
But is beaten down every time
And left alone in his own minds creation of purgatory
....will this ever get better?....
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