Heal the Pain – a poem about……….

I asked a simple question
how do I end the suffering?
Answers and suggestions were varied
so, I tried them all in the hope of freedom.

Religion was full of lies and false promises.
Too many pills in one go made me sick
blades made a Sickly red mess
none of which helped to heal the pain.

So I hid in shadows by day and night
wearing my victims mask at all times
convincing myself that there would be an end
blinding myself with false hope.

Speaking and listening became a thing
that I connected with despite caution
reality mixed with duality
until I finally found some sense and calm.

I’m not fixed by any means
yet, the days are far brighter than before
now I no longer choose such desperate measures
in my attempts to heal the pain.

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