If I don’t die by my own hands; it will be my heart exploding within me from so much stress. Years of stress. It’s a weight. It adds up. It’s friction. It’s a lot. So God, strike me dead or help me.
Published by Renegade Jane
Source seeker, mother, poet; trying the best I can. I have fought depression, anxiety, and who knows what else since I was an adolescent. I am trying to allow my writing to be as free and organic as possible. View all posts by Renegade Jane