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"Dying Alive"
Skin and bones, becoming one/ muscles and limbs, began to ache/-/ desire drains, and so do I/ self will, is a lie/-//
Passions and joy, are gone again/ silent screams, fill the night/-/heart turns cold, from being torn/ soul is drowned, in this storm/-//
Light is fading from my eyes/ my voice grows heavy with silence/ to all the colors I say goodbye/ solid feet no more to dance/-/heart no red to show anymore/ my strength goes away/ no meaning or purpose/ as my story comes to end/-//
Should get help, but cannot move/ for depression, take it's toll/ -/ ignoring all this pain/ as my shoulders, take the weight/-//
Rainbow bridge, please come shine/ on this lonely life/-/ please someone take my hand, help me up again/alone against my mind, tears me up, here's my blood/-//
Light is fading from my eyes/ my voice grows heavy with silence/ to all the colors I say goodbye/ solid feet no more to dance/-/heart no red to show anymore/ my strength goes away/ no meaning or purpose/ as my story comes to end/-//
Six feet under, we will lay/ as our years, turns to days/-/Learn from me, and take the lead/ fight against, your fucked up mind/-//
Passions and joy, are gone again/ silent screams, fill the night/-/heart turns cold, from being torn/ soul is drowned, in this storm/-//
Light is fading from my eyes/ my voice grows heavy with silence/ to all the colors I say goodbye/ solid feet no more to dance/-/heart no red to show anymore/ my strength goes away/ no meaning or purpose/ as my story comes to end/-//
Should get help, but cannot move/ for depression, take it's toll/ -/ ignoring all this pain/ as my shoulders, take the weight/-//
Rainbow bridge, please come shine/ on this lonely life/-/ please someone take my hand, help me up again/alone against my mind, tears me up, here's my blood/-//
Light is fading from my eyes/ my voice grows heavy with silence/ to all the colors I say goodbye/ solid feet no more to dance/-/heart no red to show anymore/ my strength goes away/ no meaning or purpose/ as my story comes to end/-//
Six feet under, we will lay/ as our years, turns to days/-/Learn from me, and take the lead/ fight against, your fucked up mind/-//
Published 26th Mar 2020
Author's Note
Finding and realizing the mental issues and the disorders I have and realizing that I do not care if I die from them. I don't feel like I am enough or have any purpose. As I barely eat 1 ramen noodle packet a day, my face is thicken and sunken in, and my body is loosing weight. And yet...I am not happy. And even though I want to change and get better...I can't for whatever reason get myself to do the things I know I need to do.
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26th Mar 2020 5:12pm
26th Mar 2020 5:12pm
This is a poignant write. Thank you for sharing from such depth with us and welcome to the site.
Check out the book Colorless Tsukuru Takazi and His Years of Pilgrimage, by Haruki Murakami. It struck me on a deeply personal level. It is about the transformative aspect of suffering.
Check out the book Colorless Tsukuru Takazi and His Years of Pilgrimage, by Haruki Murakami. It struck me on a deeply personal level. It is about the transformative aspect of suffering.
26th Mar 2020 5:13pm
