I cry when I try,
I cry when I don't.
I long to see the light,
As I fight throughout the night.
When I'm alone, I long to flee.
Fleeing as my way to be free.
I have no way out,
Feeling depression in a bout.
I crave to be free,
Where I can just be.
Will there ever be freedom?
Will any of my friends come?
Do they all feel the same way,
Wanting to give up every day?
I cry when I try,
But I cry when I don't.
I crave freedom from depression.
I crave the freedom from deep within.
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Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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