The Weight of Your Problems
A bullet by day
A bullet by night
When is the best time to let it fly
When has the end become the end
Is it when your heart hurts so much you want to cure all its pain
When you stand in front of that mirror and can't move past what's been done
Is today a good day to say goodbye
To take that last breath
When you feel no one is there
All your mistakes hit you like a freight train
You have no regard for who is left behind
This struggle we all feel
This bullet such an easy way out
You will just blink then it will be over
All that hurt gone
You can imagine the relief you will feel
It is too good to be true
That end right there in your grasps
But is that truly the end for them
No it's the beginning of tears and misunderstanding
There is help out there
There are people that care
There is more to you then this bullet for a means.
This is my struggle today but it doesn't have to be the struggle tomorrow. This seems to be the answer but trust me it is not.
You are worth more than the weight of your problems
Copyright © David Grasby | Year Posted 2023
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