The Days

The Days

A Poem by t.m.

I have hated myself
But never like this
Everything is so wrong
It makes me sick.

The result of it
Helps me survive
But I am not living
And I'd much rather die.

I numb myself every time,
But afterwards
I'm left dirty and trying,
Lost inside and crying.

Slipping through mud
And dirt
The end goal when I get home
Is to stop the hurt.

© 2016 t.m.


Author's Note

t.m.
I don't know if its done. I dont know if I'm done. I kind of want to switch some of the paragraphs. Kinda wanna djsallear.sorry for the shitty quality.

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It's hard when people leave, but we hope that they do well. People stumble, but it's how we respond to to the stumbles

Posted 8 Years Ago


t.m.

8 Years Ago

Your job sounds taxing.
Jessica

8 Years Ago

But it's rewarding
t.m.

8 Years Ago

So is safety.
Like talk to those who help. At my job I always tell people to call especially when I work an overnight like I do tonight lol

Posted 8 Years Ago


t.m.

8 Years Ago

I held someone up on the phone. But I also went to Walgreen's.
Jessica

8 Years Ago

Well that's good
t.m.

8 Years Ago

I don't think I did it right, though.
It's not s****y and you shouldn't disappear. Keep writing and talking.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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