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Hell inside of me
I feel like I’m a failure at life, I just can’t seem to do anything right, I can’t even go to sleep at night.
People say life is hell but my hell is inside of me, day by day my brain sets fire to me, when oh when will I be free?
Free from this blazing prison that tortures me, no bruises to prove the damage it causes,
That’s why so many long sleeves fill my closet. For when the burn within gets to be to much, to my skin with a razor I touch.
Published 19th Dec 2018
Author's Note
This is a brief glimpse of the depression I fight everyday.
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26th Feb 2019 9:15am
Meganne, you descriptively described the fight with depression very well. I, also suffer from major depression and use writing as a form of therapy. Fight on!
1st Aug 2019 11:45pm
Excuse my late reply.
Sorry to hear that you're going through depression. It's unacceptable that so many people suffer it, and yet they're treated like outcasts, as if the problem is with them instead of with society for creating such a toxic atmosphere. Stay strong, Meganne.
Sorry to hear that you're going through depression. It's unacceptable that so many people suffer it, and yet they're treated like outcasts, as if the problem is with them instead of with society for creating such a toxic atmosphere. Stay strong, Meganne.
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
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