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Treading quicksand
I've spent a lifetime
Trying to kill myself
From the inside out
Ashamed of having
To battle everyday
A mind eat up with doubt
Dead, but breathing
Lord send your angels
I need healing
Demons pick the scabs raw
Pulled me so far away
I can't hear your call
Where did you go?
I'm left alone
Treading quicksand
Sinking further down
I'm almost gone
Grasping for your hand
Help!
Trying to kill myself
From the inside out
Ashamed of having
To battle everyday
A mind eat up with doubt
Dead, but breathing
Lord send your angels
I need healing
Demons pick the scabs raw
Pulled me so far away
I can't hear your call
Where did you go?
I'm left alone
Treading quicksand
Sinking further down
I'm almost gone
Grasping for your hand
Help!
Published 23rd Jul 2020
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24th Jul 2020 5:07am
You are more than your demons. Breathe. That is all that is required of you in a moment. Breathe. Remember who you are. You are courageous. Courageous enough to seek help when you need it. You are strong. Strong enough to face another day after day, to get up, even if it's slower than the day before. You are gracious. You share your heart and your hurt. And that takes both courage and strength, as well. You are strong enough to do this. You are courageous enough to face this and win the staring contest. It all starts when you breathe. That single, slow, deep, long held breath. Because when you exhale, that's when your demons are going to piss themselves. Breathe and remember who you are. Then remember you are not alone.
24th Jul 2020 10:48am
