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Remnants Of Myself
I've never felt more alone than I do now,
living life has been a struggle to exist.
Every day my thoughts are dark and foul,
Like thinking about cutting both my wrists.
I'm not seeking attention by what I've shared,
It's just that I'm hoping someone could relate.
Relate to a life that has been emotional impaired,
Filled with loathing and large amounts of self hate.
My mom died 7 months ago and I miss her much,
I miss our talks.laughs,and endless joyful moments
Between a mother and her son filled with lots of love,
Now those memories are remnants turned to torments.
I've developed anxiety and deep down felt depression,
It eats at my inner core and sets everything into motion,
Unstable as I am emotionally I also feel my aggression,
Building and escalating until I'm lost in all the commotion.
living life has been a struggle to exist.
Every day my thoughts are dark and foul,
Like thinking about cutting both my wrists.
I'm not seeking attention by what I've shared,
It's just that I'm hoping someone could relate.
Relate to a life that has been emotional impaired,
Filled with loathing and large amounts of self hate.
My mom died 7 months ago and I miss her much,
I miss our talks.laughs,and endless joyful moments
Between a mother and her son filled with lots of love,
Now those memories are remnants turned to torments.
I've developed anxiety and deep down felt depression,
It eats at my inner core and sets everything into motion,
Unstable as I am emotionally I also feel my aggression,
Building and escalating until I'm lost in all the commotion.
Published 6th Oct 2016
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6th Oct 2016 7:07am
6th Oct 2016 7:17am
Death sucks and when it happens to people that we love it just rips our fucking hearts out.Appreciate your comment brother!
6th Oct 2016 7:28am
6th Oct 2016 7:45am
6th Oct 2016 10:14am
grief is brutal and if there's any mental history, well my, it's gonna savage. unfortunately this a long process and even after you've finally processed, my friend, it's your mamma it will always stay with you. now your ready to end it, actually that's normal, before you make that final cut picture your favorite memory of your mom. instead of laughter and fun, picture her with tears of sorrow streaming from her eyes her face frozen in grief. I'm a mother so this is rock solid, in heaven or in earth it would fucking destroy me if one of my beautiful daughter's, who I carried and breathed to life; not even trying to struggle through it, carelessly through that precious gift back in my face, my friend I'd wail beyond eternity. think please before you react, I plea don't do that to mama, she breathed life into her strong, badass son of whom she was damn proud of. I'm so very sorry about your mama, I'm sending all my strengh, peace and prayers your.way always remember, stay strong stand proud and breath. in her memory, as she watches over you, show her with your actions you were worth every struggle and every sacrifice. it won't be easy, by reading your work, you got this, I stand firm by that. come on Pain YOU GOT THIS! mad respect and love,
SURVIVOR
SURVIVOR
