If you do decide to take your life,
I'll see you up there.
UntitledDon't stand by meUntitled by Just-A-Random-Chick
I may be sick.
Don't follow me
I'll lead you into destruction.
and I will do so dutifully.
One of Those DaysToday is one of those days.One of Those Days by Just-A-Random-Chick
You know the ones, where your soul is weighed down by some
Immense pressure. And
You can’t do anything
Today is one of those days that
You know that you can’t do anything,
The pain on your mind is too great.
You have to do something before you go
Too far insane.
Today is one of those days
That you want to run and scream and try
To be free from the suffocating guilt
But you can’t because you’re
Paralyzed by the same ideas.
Today is one of those days where
It’s everything you can do
And the fall would liberate you,
You know that and it’s everything you can do from painting the pavement
“It’s not your fault”
They tell you.
“There’s nothing you could’ve done”
They assure you.
“It’s in the past”
They do not know that in every waking breath, you’re dying.
They do not expe
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awakeTo depression, for creating days without end by Melpyra
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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