I solemnly peel back the sheets
And force myself out of bed
For the only thing which stops me
Is breeding in my head
Every day I feel like
I am wading through thick soup
And every interest I had
Is disappearing in the sand
I want to be on my own
I want to be half dead
I want to be a millionaire
So I can stay in bed!
A contest entry
- Love,Depression,Sorrow, by XxunBeautifulxX.
300 points, ended June 24, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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This took a turn that i wasnt expecting...could you explain?
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Thanks for your question...
I can explain. Depressed people have to force themselves out of bed and having to work sometimes is the only thing which gets them moving. I have experience of this.
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