I Am Asking You Poem by Amy Toebes

I Am Asking You



Blunt Thoughts rushing through my head
Telling me I`m better of dead

I forbid myself to let anyone know
Yet deep down I want to let it all go.

So I cry a million tears
It helps relieve my fears


I am tormented by my past
I dont know how much longer i can last

Blunt thoughts rushing through my head
But am I really Better of dead?

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