Crawl:Quit ; Broken Hand:Lost GripA Poem by A Poet Named GaritThis piece means a lot to me. Lots of overcoming had to be done to get here so, here.I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I FELT SERINE. NO AMBITION, NO HOPE, JUST A LITTLE FAITH AND MY FRIENDS TO KEEP MY HEAD CLEAN. I CAN FEEL IT COMING ON AGAIN: CLUELESSNESS, DEPRESSION, AND RESENTMENT WHAT AM I DOING HERE? THERE'S MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS I'M NOT SURE WHAT IT IS. WHERE AM I GOING? WHO AM I SUPPOSED TO BE? EVERYONE I'VE LOVED IN MY LIFE, I'VE PUSHED AWAY AND BETRAYED YOU CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING WHEN YOU'VE BEEN MADE THIS WAY. I'M TRYING, AS HARD AS I POSSIBLY CAN, TO SMILE EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, WITHOUT FORCING IT ON MY FACE. GOD OF BENEVOLANCE, WHY AREN'T YOU ON MY SIDE? CAN YOU FEEL MY HATE? CAN YOU FEEL MY PAIN? WHY WON'T YOU DO ANYTHING? I'VE GIVEN UP ON EVERYTHING. EVERY SINGLE THING I'VE BEEN TAUGHT IN MY LIFE HAS BEEN A LIE AND I'M SICK OF THIS HATE AND DEPRESSIVE ANXIETY. I'M FINDING A PLACE WHERE I CAN SLEEP IN PEACE. FOR 5 YEARS I HELD ONTO THIS MISERY AND I'M READY--
-TO BE SET FREE-
I'M LEARNING TO LET GO OF EVERYTHING THAT HAS BROUGT ME PAIN AND I'LL PUSH THROUGH ANYTHING THAT COMES MY WAY I'LL FIGHT WITH BROKEN BONES TO KEEP EVERYTHING I LOVE CLOSE I'LL CRAWL BEFORE I QUIT, I'LL BREAK MY HANDS BEFORE I LOSE GRIP
I'M FINE. © 2013 A Poet Named GaritFeatured Review
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