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it’s gotten to the point where denial is the easiest path in every situation.

how sad is it to lie to a poem?

are these shaking hands scared of being steady? is that thundering heart scared of slowing down?

if one day,
you wake up
and you’re not angry at yourself anymore,
what’s left?

what are you but this agony and these lies? there’s not building a bridge,
there’s no getting over this.
what would even be on the other side?

sometimes there a hero’s who fight monsters,
sometimes the hero finds out it was the monster all along.

there’s no hero.

there’s just you

and there’s the pain that consumed you.

why are you so scared to admit that you did this to yourself?

This was beautiful.
It so accurately describes that feeling of chronic depression- how hated it is, yet how large a part of one's identity it remains.

Another wonderfully written poem. Our choices are ours alone and I believe you captured that perfectly. You leave out the push or pull of outside pressures and focus solely on the lone person that made the decision instead, and that is truly amazing. Responsibility given to us in this format is so beautiful. This could hold truth to so many lives that are suffering at their own hands, diagnosis, failures, accomplishments, etc. Great job!

Latoshia

That was beautiful. Keep up the good work.

Lovely...i enjoyed it.

This a very touching poem. It is very deep. I liked it.