Hailey Coraggioso Poet Parallelismus Membrorum

Tired

It's been getting worse
I see the end in the most innocent of items
I dream of death
Death of my family, friends
Ironically never of myself
The hollow inside my chest isn't leaving
self hatred comes easily
unhealthy coping habits are becoming harder to hide
I don't care enough to try and replace them
I don't care enough to ask for help
I don't care enough to reach out
I don't care
I know I should feel worried or concerned, perhaps even scared of these thoughts

but all I feel is tired

and I know as the night ends, and the sun rises, and those I love are surrounding me -
reminding me why I can't leave why I won't leave no matter how I want to

I will be better. I will smile. I will breathe

The hollow will be bandaged, forgotten, pushed to the sidelines

but the ache is making itself known more often and more violently and I find myself having to work harder having to think and think and think about those I will hurt if I act on these thoughts and I have to remind myself over and over and over again that it is worth it people care people love you this will hurt them you can't hurt them you're too young there is more time more years more ways for this to get better it won't always be like this it can't be it won't be-

and I wonder what is wrong with me. does everyone have to think these thoughts to keep living? is living this hard for everybody? do other people do this to themselves? 

can everybody else feel self hatred rattling in their bones?

I'd ask...
I would.

But I have so many meaningless things I need to get done
and I don't have time to get help
I don't have time to learn how to love myself
there's not 
enough
time

or is there too much time?
wasn't that the problem?

Too many days, too many years of living like this

How many ways, all the methods running through my head, which I would chose what would be easiest on my family 

Do you have suicidal thoughts?
no
Do you have a plan?
no

I never fancied myself a liar

I tell myself I'll get better, so there's no need to tell anyone
No need to worry anyone over things that will soon disappear 
These problems that will cease to be

They'll look at you differently

.
and god we can't have that
.

I know I'll be better, I'll smile, I'll breathe

but these thoughts are like weeds, and I can never seem to pull out the roots

and all of this should worry me-
-I know it would worry any sane person I tell this to

but all I feel is tired

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Faraz Ajmal February 24, 2018 at 2:00 PM Oh it s such a beautiful written poem, what you are explaining is depression and a bad one, I have also suffered from it but since I studied human psychology so much that I myself get better, I can t speak several letters because of a lisp so people were used to and still make fun of me, at times it was usee to affect me bt not now, learn to smile, it will make you feel better, try to play with child, it will help and there s nothing bad in dreaming at night of things that will never happen Hailey Coraggioso March 8, 2018 at 11:46 AM Thank you. I wrote this during a really dark time, and just kind of let the words flow out. I'm sorry you were made fun of for a lisp, I went through the same with a stutter (it's so annoying isn't it?) Funny you mention children, that's where I work. When I grow up, I want to work with children because without fail they make me happy.