Pure Stone

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Raw and Real words from Baffy Basics

Baffy Basics

*this is a poem I wrote during high school. Unfortunately, it’s still pretty relatable for me.*

The depression inside won’t leave

Death will not come, so I still breathe.

I am weak; I don’t wish to fight.

On the inside, nothing is right.

Heart is so broken; life is bleak

Don’t know if I’ll make it a week.

It seems every night grows longer.

The pain within me grows stronger.

At night all I can do is cry.

Every day I just live a lie.

I can’t fake anymore smiles.

I cannot run any more miles.

Can’t live another day alone

Wish my heart was made of pure stone.

With no more feelings of distress

And nothing left to confess

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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

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