Category : Poems
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The thing about me that I despise,
I hold it all in, internalize.
Convince myself that my brain will lie,
Slowly committing mental suicide.
Agonizing over turmoil and stress,
I just want to sleep, but I never get rest.
Is it an illness or a choice I made?
Am I doomed to constantly feel pain?
There comes a time when you have to let go,
Release yourself from all that you know.
I held onto hope for far too long,
All of my dreams are now gone.
So maybe it's time to shed my strife,
Take a breath and rebuild my life.