My God-
I woke up like this...
in this place where feelings come to die‐
everything is hurting,
heart, mind, body and soul...
or at least what remains of them.
My God-
Please tell me that this...
isn't at all what life is supposed to be like‐
losing all of its joy, purpose, and meaning,
or at least, what's left of it.
My God-
I can't keep saying, "it is what it is..."
my well of hope has run completely dry‐
Where do I keep going wrong?...
My God-
Forgive my not wanting anymore of this...
this life, I never wanted to dislike‐
My God-
Forgive my being discontent, dissatisfied, and all the like...
My God-
My God-
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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