I refuse to confess
That my problems are in excess
Because the help I'll get won't make it less,
For the only thing I could do
Is to pretend I am problem free.
There's nothing that can put my mind at rest
Because I can't get the happiness I deserve.
There is absolutely no hope
For me to escape this miserable mess
That gives me all this stupid stress.
Yet, someone out there believes
In me, but all she does is relieve
My pain in the same way
Pain suppressors does.
What an interesting surprise,
For she believes I could rise
Above what keeps me tethered
In this dark depressing place.
She puts so much faith
In me. It's wasted energy
That's best channeled to herself,
Yet I can't deny it's so tempting to believe her.
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Burning Sensation
Poetry[Poetry] No description can fully define love, for the only way to truly understand it is to feel it, especially every shade of it. Circa 2016-2018
