How can I want to be dead and alive at the same time?
how can I feel everything and nothing all at once.
why am I so happy but so sad?
why does my heart feel full but my soul empty.
why do I have good days and bad days Why do the good days feel good but the bad evil.
why don't I have faith but believe in everything?
why am I afraid of everything but not myself;my own worst enemy.
why does the fear of dying stop me from living I'm not living, i'm simply existing.
how can I find myself when i don't think I want to be found.
what if I don't want to find myself because I won't like what i find.
how can I care so much but not at all.
how do you end it without 'ending' it.
everyday I live;I die.
why do I want a fairy tale when that's all it is?
why is the mind so toxic;so hard to escape.
why mental health;why me.
why not death.
why not peace?why not sanity.
my babies;i'm alive for my babies.
they deserve better.
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Author:
taila smith (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i wrote this when i was in a very strange place with myself maybe i still am.
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