How many nights have I prayed not to breathe?
How many sunrises have been disappointing?
How many nights have I spent awake,with tears in my eyes?
And trying to find something hopeful,but nothing was.
How many places must I leave to find mine?
Or do I have any in this world,or do I need someone?
How many cuts must I have before I die?
'Cause I think that day isn't yet far.
How many years must I waste to find peace?
Or maybe I always have to fight so hard like this?
How long will this take,and will it ever end?
When will I be okay,or must I always pretend?
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Author:
Diana (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Wow, that is written so sharp felt like a cut was made on my heart by your words. It`s really resonates with my mind right now, felt seen and for that thank you.
Wish you to find your peace, hope it`s close to you
"The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune "are all too painful and indiscriminate in life, and there are those who suffer more than their share. Your poem takes a solid punch at those slings and arrows, lays them out and hopefully gives some relief in the telling. A good write dear poet, keep writing it out until it is spent.
Thanks to all my readers...❤️❤️❤️
Hits close to home. Well written
Thank you
This truly captures the experience of depression. Well done.
I found nothing was wasted...
For his anger endures for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
No one should have to feel like this. My friendship reaches out to you
Thank you so much.
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