Poem - 25 December 2019, 17:11

Self reflection

Marc Jones

Broken and dead lost inside , pain once hidden I can no longer hide

I’ve grown tired of this world empty cold. I’m just begin for the end before my storey has been truly told

and so I sit and think . And drift of into trance .

enough is enough I have no fight left, kill myself ? Maybe that’s for the best

see I always though one day I’d win , wake up and rise above the demons the dwell in the depths within

I guess it’s nothing but a wish a form of hopeless thinking . I dream I’ll never see reached

so know I’ll just take these pills and slip off into the breach

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Nonsense

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Misery

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Katina Woodruff...27 December 2019, 08:33

Hello, thanks for sharing your poem. I've written a lot about depression.

Favorite line:
Broken and dead lost inside , pain once hidden I can no longer hide

To make it read better, I would tighten up the punctuation and capitalization since there are long sentences throughout.

There is one misspelling: my storey (story) which is an easy fix.

Thank you for sharing your poem. Made me think about all the times I had dark thoughts. It took the combination of: diet, exercise, reaching out to loved ones, writing, medication and prayer to over come depression. However, I still become depressed, it's changed from total darkness to a window full of light shining in.

Good luck to you.