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Killing me
It's killing me slowly and painfully. It has me down and out. So hard to lift my head. My days are dark and cold. My breath should be taken from me I am a waste of space. Wish I could be some one else. My skin don't fit me right. There is no fucking light. Body hurts, where did my hands go, oh there they are. Days seem to be night and night day. Everything is going the wrong way oh Waite that's me. Head on Collision to take me out of this time and place. Depression is my life killer.
Published 18th Oct 2023
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18th Oct 2023 2:17pm
There is always help to be found out there somewhere. As in ''seek and ye shall find''. Best of luck. Regards, Robert. (PS: I know a bit abour depression: been there.........)
25th Oct 2023 8:04am
Well I would get help if only I could get out of bed. I don't know why but I don't make it out my bed most days.
But thank u I have been on meds before just about my whole life and they don't work that much for me .
But thank u I have been on meds before just about my whole life and they don't work that much for me .
