Most Days

Most Days by: RalB  most days i felt worthlessi felt irreplaceablelost in what was & what could’ve trying not to be numbbut being is so superbunsure & uncertain most days i felt broken i felt helpless calling out into the darkness silent pleas for someone to savemost days i felt suicidal i felt dead wishing i could be gone every trace left behind then i wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger, swallow the pills, or take that jump and now most daysi feel content with myself i feel peaceful with my past demons still struggling to keep past and present at baybut proud of how far i have travelled to be hereevery thought is a battle and every moment is a warbut i fought through and so can you   

This poem is about: 
Me

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