Suicidal

I’m constantly hurting. Somewhat dying.

All inside which none of you can see.

I’m tired of fighting my wars and being questioned on my scars.

I want to be happy and enough but all I am is sad and rough.

I hope I get better. I pray I get better.

I wish one day I am.

We will fight through this, together.

We will all get through this pain and suffering.

The heartbreaks and the people that left and all those times we were never enough.

One day we will be. I promise you. I say this whilst I’m breaking down myself. We will be okay. All of us. Every one of us.