I’m a damn mess.
One minute I’m planning ahead,
Full of trust in a future of gold.
The next, I imagine the peace I’d feel
If I were finally dead.
I’m a damn mess.
One day, I think I’ve accepted
The vast space left behind our loss.
But one unexpected memory
And I question if love is worth the cost.
I’m a damn mess.
One week I know you are here for me.
The next I’m crying
Because you can’t understand
What this year has taken–
The emptiness I see.
I’m a damn mess.
One moment, month, year, and decade
Goes so unexpectedly fast.
I won’t be in this much pain forever
But in this moment, I can’t let it go.
So just hold this mess of me
And I promise soon enough
You will once again someday soon
See the best in me.
But for now, I’m a damn mess.
If in crisis, call the national suicide prevention lifeline @ 1-800-273-8225
–Written by Sandy Heights
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