My depression in action

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Say what you want I don't give a damn.
Read at your own risk.
I'm only venting.

Submitted: November 03, 2011

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Submitted: November 03, 2011

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I sit here, blasting the music in my ears. Not knowing what's wrong or how I'm gonna fix it.

 

I got two daughters and a fiancée. I have never had the chance to hold my daughters, or the wonderful woman I intend to marry.

 

I honestly don't fucking care who gets in my way. I don't fear anyone or anything because I have no emotion anymore,

for I feel the two things I value most are torn from me for good.

 

I feel no need to continue. No need to fight. No need to survive.

Sometimes, I just wish I'd up and die...

 

They say writing requires a creative mind, well I say fuck it. FUCK YOUR SYSTEM.

I'll write, even if I don't have that creative of a mind and if no one likes it then I don't care.

I've lost it all. I can't take it at all.

What do i do, spin or shoot?

Life's just a game of russian roulette.

Just a game of "Click...click....boom."

If anyone wants to say something go nuts. I got a bullet for every bad thing that's ever happened.

I'm tired.

Tired of the pain.

Tired of the suffering.

Tired of the torture.

Tired of my past.

 

So I'll end my future.

 

"This is how the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper." - T.S. Elliot

 

 

- A. M.


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