I dont remember the last time I was happy. All I know is, I just woke up in this wicked place. This is a world of ice and cold. There is never sunshine. It only rains day to day. I have given up all hope. Dont look for me, I'm lost, somewhere cold. It might just be a dark rainy woods, but then agian, I'm lost and I'm alreasy 5 feet in, give me abit, and ill be 6 feet under. Dont try to save me, you cant save the broken. There is no cure for this disease called depression, its like cancer, only it kills WAY more slower and it way MORE painful. It make you want to kill yourself, it makes you attempt to kill yourself, the only REAL thing differnt from depression and cancer is, cancer at least lets you out of your misery and into heaven. Depression... Never lets you die, its just a dark cloud over you all day everyday, umtil you die of old age. AND, IF you do get to die, you only go to hell. SO dont try to save me, I'm now 5.8 feel under. Give it sometime. Ill be gone...
Broken Soul
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