Caterwauling at 10 A.M. on a Tuesday

Poetry

I am tired of this life

All the
Sadness
Pain
Hurt
I feel each day

I don’t want to die
But that seems the only escape

I write these words to scare myself

I’m worn
So worn

I have no desire to

Talk
Take pills
Seek help

These options
Like life
Seem too much

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