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by Kay Williams 2 years ago in sad poetry

A Poem

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Take care!

Thanks, I will!

I don't.

I skip meals, I don't wash my hair for days at a time, I don't lotion my body knowing my skin is extra sensitive come winter time. I smile when I feel like crying a river and I criticize each and everything I do.

I don't take care of me. I don't see a point. But sometimes I let myself sink a little too deep and when I realize I do I come back to the surface again. I never know for how long, but I know I do. I take advantage.

Its like this annoying waiting game and most days its very intense then by night I just want to sleep. Even that's a hard task to do.

Are you okay?

Yes, I am thanks!

I'm not.

I bottle up my emotions as if my soul is empty as if they have no matter being here -because that's how it feels any who.- I cry myself to sleep when I can't sleep at all and I tear myself to bits and pieces.

I'm not even sure what I am supposed to do anymore. I help myself as much as I possibly can, but most of the time I need a hand.

Though lately it seems like I've been needing a life jacket.

sad poetry
Kay Williams
Kay Williams
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