I am too broken to be fixed

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Every morning I cringed at the sight of the rising sun

I wish darkness would remain forever?

Why am I being force to deal with these ugly

Scars that marred my soul, why must I deal with a

Life that has shown me no kindness

Every night I am plague with the thoughts of seeing another day

If only I was not such a coward, if only I was strong enough

To end this breath they call life.

Oh do not be shock, nor give me your pity

And don’t patronize me by offering me sympathies

They will do no justice to the horror’s that has become

My bedfellow, I am too broken to be fix.

I am too weak to keep fighting a war that I did not create.

At one point I did fight like hell trying to capture life

But that was until I realized that life was running away from me

I did not want to drown into this abyss, I looked around for a life line

I scream and scream hoping someone or something would send me a

A rope to hold on to, but love never had eyes for me, I was not pretty enough

Or worthy enough, so I just drowned into hopelessness.

I know I’m not the only one, some have found favor in the eyes of love

Some have been kissed by hope, and some has found the rope of purpose

While some others has found grace in the arms of suicide. But then you have those

That are like me the tortured souls wandering about with no doors to walk through

We are living in hell, lost souls among the living wearing the mask of teachers, students,

Doctors, public figures, entertainers, friends, mothers, fathers, writers, poets, philosophers

Preachers, leaders, we are right on the edge daily praying for a strong enough wind to push us over the cliff.    Micheline Jean Louis

17 thoughts on “I am too broken to be fixed

  1. Thank you for writing this Micheline…you have captured my soul in this writing..truly a gift…I wrote this a while ago…if you go to the “depression” tab and “poetry” tab on my blog…you will see many entries similar to this writing…I would ask your permission to reblog this insightful poem…a poem which captures the essence of living with depression and self-hatred…I will wait for your permission before reblogging,..if you have a few minutes: http://chuckduboff.com/2014/02/04/living-with-depression/ Chuck

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  2. Truly, we are all writing our story whether in prose or poetry. leaving a mark on the sand of time. Am glad and privileged to be here. And many thanks for your visit and like.

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