Emotional focus is my key to coping
I devote it to needs
Noted in every poem I wrote
is how intence it can be to preceive
I know I'm a mess when I stress
and vent on my knees
I beg for the best yet to come to be seen
I get distraught, and caught up in mind
lost in the thought of all there is in this life
So what is so tough, that I close up inside?
Who's to say what's enough to throw me at this knife
and try to control me to my suicide
I aint giving up, I'll fight til I die
I wont let depression be the last sight through these eyes
Choke on the aggressions I've set in these lines
May this be the truth spoken lessons
for me and those who know of the fight
I don't know what else to describe
I'm not myself, beyond, I'm the hauntings,
the pain, and the numbness inside
Until I push it aside, somehow, I get it behind
and wake up now that you see
Just how hard of a simple task this can be

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