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7d
I thought I saw a light begin
A soft, small tremble from within.
I grasped, it flared, but you took it back
Has it now gone?
I can only see black.

I’m so tired of trying to believe
Falling from hope, afraid to grieve.
If every spark just ends in pain
Why try and ever find it again?

The cracks run so deep,
Can they ever mend?
What if this pain never ends?
What if the fight isn’t mine to win?
Then there’ll be no way back in.
A daily journal of my 30-days as an inpatient at the a mental health hospital
Written by
BFG75  49/F/UK
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