I'm a mess,
it's something I've been trying to address.
It's what I do best,
it just makes me more depressed.
*
I'm a mess,
constantly being swallowed by sadness.
I never know what to do,
I want to not always feel blue.
*
I'm a mess.
I must confess
I'm trapped in my ways
of feeling unhappy for days.
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Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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I walk for hours, preferably somewhere quiet, and just listen to nature. Appreciating nature and its little messages of hope in the trees and flowers and open spaces. I hope that writing helps to ease the stress. Or just dance and sing out loud.
So SO relatable! Loved your poem!
I'm here if you need to talk. <3 Great poem
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