No More

I don't know how much more I can take

but with all that's at stake

I can't just stop and take a break

as much as I may need one.

I have to keep going,

push onward,

never stop

until the job gets done,

but I can't get the job done

because I'm stressed,

depressed,

can't take any more of this.

Please,

No More. 

 

I can't find any more joy,

any love,

any peace,

any hope that it will get better,

but only fear that it will get worse,

and I can't bring myself 

to better my situation

because I don't deserve it

if I can't even accomplish what I've started.

I just want to give up,

call it quits,

cut it out,

say no more,

and simply be

done

and say

No More. 

 

But can I?

No.

Will I?

No.

Do I want to though?

Really, I don't know. 

I wish I did, so

I could decide

to say I'm done

and not take it anymore.

I want to stop and say

No More. 

 

But I go forward

because I finish what I start.

I'm no quitter, 

even when I really want to,

even when I need to,

even when it's best. 

I can't bring myself to quit

because I'm too proud to admit it

and to say that yes, I did it. 

But going on, 

moving forward,

all I really want is

No More.

 

Please someone just take away the

pain,

the struggles,

the hardship,

the trials,

the brokenness,

the death of myself,

the hell I've had to walk through

that won't go away. 

It's not even situational anymore,

but a permanent mark on me. 

I beg of you,

No More. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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