Is it happiness or sorrow this I cannot say but it strives to control me every single day
Sometimes it finds me crying with a laugh hidden just behind my world is always spinning left and right where is my mind
I strike out at you and anger and cry because you leave I'm never in control this web my mind it seems to weave
The pills they seem to slow it but never to a halt the doctors say I'm broken it's really not my fault
No family or friends and now you are gone the blade it looks so shiny I wish not to see the dawn .
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Raw my friend, I know this pain so well. One bit of advice, mother nature has every medicen for our minds.
If only I knew one of her pharmacists.
I've never found them hard to find, I'm at the age where I do it for my self now.
I can feel the anguish but a good read.
You have great insight Mr. E this was from personal experience. I really appreciate your posts.
Mugsdaddy
The edge of suicide, sharp and cold, be away from there.
The blade is kept close by but only to remind me of where I've been. Thanks
Mugsdaddy, I love your poetry. It's solid, and i can definitely relate to this, 100,000,000,000%. Tell me if you ever need anything.
Thanks so much Liberty, I appreciate the complement I don't possess the level of talent you do but I try.
Mugsdaddy
aww thats sweet. thanks for your support. your very talented.
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