It's Killing Me

Hanible

I don't understand 

Why I'm here

In tears

Watching TV 

Overdosing 

On pills 

May happen

Too many I'm taking 

Trying to ignore the voices 

No job 

Broken body

Broken mind

Useless 

In the corner 

I sit

No contact

The big bad wolf 

I don't know 

Who I'm anymore 

Breaking down 

Every day 

Losing weight because I don't eat

Losing hair because I'm pulling it out 

I can't fit

Measure 

My box

My suit

My shoe

Because 

It's Killing Me 

 

  • Author: Hanible (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 11th, 2025 07:22
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  • sorenbarrett

    I hear a plea for help in this poem of anguish and depression that is overwhelming and sad. It cries reach out there is help there are those that care there is meaning a very raw write of pain.



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