Torment of the Heart

I am suicidal.
I have been for a while.
It’s something that I live with,
A burden beyond my smile.
The weight of all my problems,
On my heart and on my chest,
Leave no room for anything else,
Especially for rest.
I have grown so tired.
I’m beat beyond belief.
I’m not sure where to turn
Decisions will cause grief.
There are no meds that can help.
I think I’ve tried them all.
I have no kind of support system
To catch me when I fall.
I hear the brokenhearted cries
Wailing in my brain.
They keep playing over and over
It’s driving me insane.
With nerves rapidly fraying and
No longer made of steel
I believe my time is coming
It seems a bit surreal.


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