“Why are you on your phone so much?”

 It’s the easiest way to turn off

The voices in my head

Makes my mind go numb

And my thoughts go dead

A way to stop the torment

Of constant stress and strife

Forgetting responsibility 

Pressing pause on life

But to turn off the bad

You turn off the good

For love needs pain

My mind understood


 


I feel like I no longer write or do things of creation.
Worries have crushed my sight, destroyed imagination

Broken

 It hurts


Please don't make me stay

I just need pain relief

Even for one day


I cry


I'm not strong enough

For the valley ahead

There's more pain than love


Fix me



I'm much too broken

To be light in this world

I'm much too broken

Death

I want to meet him. Death.  The one who has taken  everything from me to keep.  We must be similar if we  love all of the same things.