This pain is very real. This anguish is near unbearable.
I‘m losing this war, where the pleasures in life are short lived, and so few and far apart it’s like they don’t exist.
I’m in mourning. It’s like when I’ve lost someone that has become a part of me is torn away. My brother, my mother, my best friend,
and now myself.
I quietly reach out for help, but no one is there.
For the last seven days I’ve awoken crying. Upon opening my eyes they immediately fill with tears.
Am I crying because I know what the day will bring?
Or crying for all those days past?
I am screaming out but no one hears.
Or they hear but don’t listen.
This needs to end