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the last day
the last day
Get up and fight
just to see another day
I sit and ask myself every morning i wake
Just one more day I tell myself
One more day
it'll get better
Todays the last day I get up and ask myself
tomorrow will be a different day
there will be no more dirty looks
No more depression
No more saddness
No more .. rainy days
cause tomorrow
I will lay in peace
8 feet under
were i rest
for the rest
of my life
Gosh your poetry hurts to
Gosh your poetry hurts to read but i need it none the less... it keeps me real. HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Suicide Is Not Painless
I worked in mental health for six years and they have medication to alleviate the depression while your emotional matrix heals in time. If not possible to seek help, pray, then start talking to the mirror if there is no one to trust, trust your ego, your self hiding beneath all the pain and crap of living. I feel only what I choose to feel, never letting anyone else control my emotions long, I build myself, lie to myself if necessary to find balance. If happiness is not possible, seek eveness one day at a time, sometimes one hour at a time, or simply minute by minute. Write more to us, to yourself, about something simple, a flower, a table, a favorite something and come on back from the edge. That's no place to exist and existence, often, is all we have. A place to think from - allets
Crystallized.
These tears are you just going to let them flow?
I'm reaching out to you..
For you..
Beside you..
I'm here, but you do not see with eyes that are a torment of waves.
My dearest,
Depression he has you by the throat. Suffocating aren't you? Praying to God that he will let go..
True story.
He's not going to. You have to fight and stand tall to be heard. You have to struggle your way through difficulties at countless times. The days. The months. The years. How much longer you ask? The hours. The minutes. The seconds..
I do not know you, but God has thrust you towards me. It was a fate in the faith. A happening. You have shown me things that I can relate to. You have inspired me for fucks sake!! Snow if I were to ever meet you I would yell my frustration of this write to you but in a sorrowful way because it makes my heart hurt. Don't you know that I would miss you?
I would miss you!!
My writings would remain unfinished. Your story would never be told. The man that caught my eye by mere glance alone would be lost, and forgotten. I do not want that. Please my dearest ...
please...
promise me that this is not the end..
My dearest dearest snow..
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo