Sometimes, my depression keeps 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.
Stab.
Stab.
Stab.
Until I’m dead.
….Then in the morning, I wake up and sob.
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Yeah, I feel like that too, sometimes…you can hear the heart beating in your ears, and feel the blade slicing through the rot surrounding it…
I cry too, in the morning. It sucks, when everyone else is right in life and you aren’t…I’d love to sleep..forever…
And that moment when you wake up before you remember that you hate your life – it makes it that much worse when you do remember