By Debi Lyn



I can't;
I try.
I don't
know why
I can't
just die.


Sheer torment -
Sick joke?
Please stop -
Don't poke.
Try to breathe -
but I choke.


What escape?
- ain't one.
No peace;
no fun.
Always trying;
I'm done.



No, I'm not (nor was I) suicidal, but I WAS in a super low place. What else to do in such a state but put it into words...! Anyway, I hope to have some positive poetry to share, but SHEESH, so much garbage is happening. 😔



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