coping depression
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i feel like
my brain is fried
my body’s rotting
i’m left out for decay
bugs are eating at my corpse
i can barely walk
Day One:
This morning I woke up crying
I miss you
I couldn’t talk to all the well-wishers
I couldn’t even talk to my mom
I miss you
I can't handle this pain
it clouds my eyes
I'm going insane
waiting for my demise
I'm seeing double vision
picking apart my skin
with great precision
a game I cannot win
As time goes by,
You stand and ponder,
"When will I die?"
So you wonder.
As you wander through the graveyard,
You ask yourself,
"Why is life so hard?"
You say to oneself.
