What To Do - Poem by chrisy olsen
I am not right,
all I seem to do is fight.
I see this bald man,
I feel as if I can not stand.
Trembling in my body does not want to stop,
my heart feels like it is going to pop.
All of these voices are screaming,
or is it that I am only dreaming?
I have this ache in my chest,
I need to be out to rest.
Fire is all around me,
but this man's face I can not see.
I feel as if I am dead,
this life I am living is such a dread.
Seeing things that are not really there.
Is this really the life you want to share?
I seem to get angry for no reason at all,
then I began to let my tears fall.
Thinking about ending my life right here,
all I really need is for you to be near.
Sleepless nights are really taking a toll on my body,
but all I can seem to be is mean and snotty.
I feel like a lonesome soulthat is waiting to be released,
yet I feel as if I am deceased.
What is wrong with me?
Why can these voices not let me be?
I talk to you but I treat you like dirt,
I cry so hard I soak my shirt.
I do not know what is going on with all of this,
I wonder if I were dead if I would be missed.
I can not apologize enough for what I put you through,
and if you were to tell me goodbye, I will still love you.
I understand that you do not need all of my problems spilled onto you,
I really just do not know what else I should do.
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