So I woke up this morning, and decided I want to be better. Easier said then done, but I’m going to start trying now. I see myself in a better life, better situations and I’m going to work hard for it now.
Bring it on severe depression, I’m finally ready to fight you.
Reaching out but never caught.
In plain sight but never seen.
Screaming for the attention,
the one that will never come.
But if it ever does,
it’s too late;
For I am gone.
Shouting for freedom,
hoping for a savior.
The wind whispers,
of Love…of Acceptance.
Blank faces stare back,
forever judging,
forever laughing.
For I am gone.
No more crying,
please; For me.
No more loneliness,
no more regret.
Darkness…Light,
they both look the same.
For I am gone,
For I am alone.
So I went for my weekly visit to speak to my psychiatrist, and did he ever have the greatest advice ever….
“What’s the rush in dying, we all die anyways”
Thoughts? Anyone and everyone who has ever been told that or felt like this, please respond.
My mind is still trying to wrap itself from figuring out what I am supposed to do with that oh so helpful quote.
I’m not sure what I really expect anymore.
A couple months back, September to be specific, I found myself in a hole. You know it, the black abyss that you stare at day in and day out. The one that never seems to end. I had been looking into, getting lost in the darkness for too long. Years have past since I can actually remember being happy for a full 24hrs. It seems so surreal to even imagine I used to have fun.
Anyways, I tried to take my life. I really tried… pills, alcohol, the whole deal. Fortunately or unfortunately ( I haven’t decided […]
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