In this hell that is me death rolls over, consumed by the flesh of man I fall into that hole, dirt follows covering my shoulders and soon my face I feel it in me, so overwhelmed, unfair my despair, my scars keep ripping open, peel me from the flesh tear me from the bone does this make you happy? I'm gone now, what is it you wanted out of me? to die? I hope you are happy now.
In this hole, a life growing feeble left with a heart exhausted, What is my release? What sets me free? Do you pull me up just to push me down again? Rain, Sun, snow all gone, now I'm surrounded by earth slowly decomposing, you never cared and you never will. Are you felling happy now?
Deep Slumber approches, my soul becoming dry, you will never be happy, you will never settle down, just keep telling yourself your happy and you will see that death will be coming from me. I hope your happy.....
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This is the way I felt every day I was depressed I know have a reason to live I never want to experience these days again
Written April 30th, 2005
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depression is a way of life for me, either i am depressed or i am manic. normal is something i will never experience in this lifetime, i don't think. so, i can understand this all too well. great job, it was excellent.
