Blessing Jeremiah Poet Narrative

I Am Depressed

My pain has a romantic way of making my tears feel like perfect company
                            Anxiety holds me a hostage inside my head
                                     Sorrow sweeps me up in his arms
                                          And I can't get out of bed

                       Sitting with a sharp knife on my chest and think
                                     What would it feel like to die?
                         When nobody cares, loves and life is not fair

                                     So I dig the knife into my chest
                                And say to myself "Hey you know what?
                                                 This doesn't hurt
                                                  So I dig deeper

                                       Everyone stands on my grave
                    I am somewhere watching every single person I've hurt
                                       Mama cries and asks why son?

                                       With my muted voice I tell them
                                 I wish you knew how many labels I carried
                                  The grief that kept on ringing in my heart
                                               like clumsy church bell

                                 Listen, I was a party I didn't want to be at
                            Mama, I wasn't afraid of dying but afraid of living

                            She screams loudly, why didn't you talk to me?
                            You’ve left your brothers, sisters, and loved ones
                               Son I could make you happy, please wake up

                               I sadly tell her, “Isolation overwhelmed"
                              And if could tell my story, maybe you would
                                               also follow my knife

                               What I wanted was to sink into this ground
                                                that's what is fair
                              Am sorry mom, I hear echoes in my ears
                              I don't know if it's heaven or hell calling

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Beata Agustin November 2, 2024 at 5:57 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Blessing Jeremiah January 23, 2023 at 7:27 AM we need to be sorry sometimes