Poems about Health
I do not want to be heard I want to be listened to It takes no effort for someone to hear my words
At night I struggle to fall asleep My thoughts never-ending My mind cannot keep Up, up, and away
I am a mirror; I am shattered into pieces. These pieces can be put together, but the mirror is still cracked.
With so much to think about It barely rests As time goes on, it thinks about moving on
Everyone's passing me by,
When people think of suicide, what thought comes to mind?
The cool winter air
Walking around with my head down low Watching people living while I am just death Just being a waste of space
Paradoxical, isn't it? It's hard for us, damn near impossible, to accept that tears can be healthy