What am I doing?
Why am I waiting?
I ask myself that every day.
Why try, when every moment is hell?
Why wake, to endless hours?
Of pain, depression
Regret for living
Why, Why, Why?
A muddle of incomprehensible thoughts
Seem to be the only ones that answer me.
And I am tired of enduring, this endless nothing.
And I am sick of constantly begging, still it does not end!
Cut- Out of hopeless frustration
Drink- Try to drown out the pain
Walk- Until brought to exhaustion
Think- Of every worry that does not dissipate
I’m scared, I’m frightened, I’m screaming
My every thought is self- destruction
A vain search for .. what?
Will it ever end?
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I’m sorry for your pain. Maybe one day things will turn for the better