May 31st, 2012by NeverPerfect
Sometimes, my depression keepsÂ me up for hours at night.
When this happens, I roll around, trying a bunch of positions, until I find one where I can feel my heart beating.
What I do is, every time my heart beats, I imagine being stabbed in the chest. With every beat, destroying what I hate.
Until I’m dead.
….Then in the morning, I wake up and sob.