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Life
Little did you know at
Night the voices get worse
And while your sleeping in bed
I'm sitting on the bathroom floor
Dragging a razor across my wrist
Begging for this life to be over
With
Night the voices get worse
And while your sleeping in bed
I'm sitting on the bathroom floor
Dragging a razor across my wrist
Begging for this life to be over
With
Published 1st Dec 2013
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1st Dec 2013 9:32pm
2nd Dec 2013 00:03am
My heart goes out to you my dear.
I've suffered from anxiety/depression ect. for 20 years.
Whatever demons haunt you,try to remember they are not you.They do not define who you are.If they did you wouldn't write about your pain,because they would truly be in charge.They are not though.It just feels that way.
You write wonderfully...take care...
I've suffered from anxiety/depression ect. for 20 years.
Whatever demons haunt you,try to remember they are not you.They do not define who you are.If they did you wouldn't write about your pain,because they would truly be in charge.They are not though.It just feels that way.
You write wonderfully...take care...
