Most Days

October 12, 2020

Most Days

by: RalB

most days

i felt worthless

i felt irreplaceable

lost in what was & what could’ve

trying not to be numb

but being is so superb

unsure & uncertain

most days

i felt broken

i felt helpless

calling out into the darkness

silent pleas

for someone to save

most days

i felt suicidal

i felt dead

wishing i could be gone

every trace left behind

then i wouldn’t hesitate

to pull the trigger, swallow the pills, or take that jump

and now most days

i feel content with myself

i feel peaceful with my past demons

still struggling to keep past and present at bay

but proud of how far i have travelled to be here

every thought is a battle and every moment is a war

but i fought through

and so can you

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