Heather Rodwell Poet Rhyme

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Everyday is another battle;
 A war within myself;
 A fight to find the winner,
 Then leave her dusty on the shelf.
 I thought I had the answers,
 But soon they seemed obscured.
 Not knowing the origin,
 And thinking I had the cure.
 Where do these battles end?
 At the bottom of a hill,
 Where life and death collide;
 Just take this one last pill.
 Everything will be better
 Once leaving my own life
 I can astral travel anywhere
 With no worries and no strife.
 But thinking is a demon,
 It can curse you to your death.
 But isn’t that what I want?
 No more life, no more breath?
 Not sure of this, I ponder
 And look toward the moon.
 Hope glows in the blackness;
 The answers will come soon.

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Heather Rodwell April 4, 2015 at 11:14 AM I never write my actual emotions. I sense the anguish in others and write to help them.

Logan Holliday April 2, 2015 at 11:38 AM As someone who has struggles with anxiety and depression I can strongly relate to this. It breaks my heart to know you feel this way but comforts me all the same to know I'm not alone... Just know that you're not alone either. Take care, Logan