SARAH A. STRUSZCZYK
Past Relived - Poem by SARAH A. STRUSZCZYK
I remember the days I felt lost
the days I felt my life was one big mess
the way I felt love had a high cost
and caused just too much stress
Depression took the best of me
overwhelming emotions arose
it all just happened suddenly
and now i'm glad to say that chapter is closed
but i still turn back to whats suppose to be left in the past
the thing i love to do when i'm in pain the adrenaline that i cast
the one quick slit that brings a tear and at the same time a sudden rush
the red i see that eases my pain especially when i see it start to gush
is something wrong with me, or is this the way i deal?
i cant express myself verbally-so this is how i heal.
dont call me crazy or insane im perfectly normal and mature
but when it comes to unbearable pain this is something i must endure.
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