Life... as a Death Sentence

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Depression...

Submitted: October 08, 2012

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Most days life's the only reason I live

somedays I'd pick any options but it

wish I did feel it was worth it

but for unknown reason I feel like this

that's bullshit

I know exactly why I feel like this

I was hurt by people I thought loved me

but then again hasn't everybody

keep wishing I never met them and pretending I never did

but in the back of my mind the memories of all the pain still lives

so now I'm in a constant state of barely making it

the kind of 'OK' that's not ok at all

I'm spiraling out of control in a suicidal fall

since everything that could, has gone wrong

because everybody ain't shit

don't know how long I'll be able to take this

how does the living end up at war with life

and why does everyday for me have to be a fight

why do I pray not to wake again every night

what's wrong with me, why can't I get right

Everyday waking up is the only reason I live

just to face feelings of fury and despair again

this is an awful and depressing way to live

Life... is my death sentence...


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