Give Me

Give me turbulence,
give me trauma,
I can handle it.

Give me loss,
give me pain,
I can deal with it.

Give me the terrible,
and take the good,
I'm used to it.

Give me insecurity,
give me depression,
I seem to flourish in its reality.

Give me the damned,
and take the saved,
we won't make it to the holy land.

Give me trash,
give me the unwanted,
I'm not daunted.

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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