Maybe I'm just being dramatic

Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to end it all,

Just take a razor ,lash my wrists and let myself slow drift into the afterlife,

Hopefully thinking that this will give me peace,,

Hoping that I will finally rest,

Because life has certainly dealt me the worst.

Lately symptoms have been systematic,

I'm sad most of the time,

I feel lost all the time,

I feel down and I am depressed,

And lately I have began to feel as though I am cursed,

But then again maybe I'm just being too dramatic.

To Improve myself so I created a list,

As I thought it would help clear the mist,

The mist in my head,

But months into the list I have lost the motivation to do it,

And all that progress that was made,

So I return to my depressive state,

As I grudgingly accept my fate.

Most ask me why I started writing and became a poet,

I tell them it was a just a thing that developed,

Yet most don't know the pain that hides behind my eyes,

The darkness that I feel surrounds me,

If only I could and let it all out,

And be vulnerable and free,

And let my tears wash away all the pain,

Maybe that would help,

But then again maybe I'm just being too dramatic.

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