Life is just a living nightmare when depression starts sitting in

we go to the doctors for help he writes a prescription

we go to pick it up but it ani”t in yet it only makes matters

worse the anxiety emotions starts sitting in we carefully

analyze the choices of this living like this in misery or is it

better in death we have disputed this life sucks

in death their is no pain just rest we ask ourselves as we

weigh the issue of suicide what would be like we already

know everyone hast to die but why when were dead

what everyone thinks is irrelevant

we know we have to leave someone we love behind

just another day of conflict of good vs evil

but which will win only one answer

the undertaker

love ya see ya in hell!



I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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2 Responses to Nightmare

  1. kikischeuer says:

    You communicate your pain very well. I hope by putting it in prose, it helps get it out enough to continue deterring your desire to end your life. Suicide is not the answer, I pray you have figured that much out. Doesn’t mean it won’t continue to cross the mind…often, but you can over come the pain. You are not alone, there are so many of us out here, forever fighting. Have faith my friend. 🙂

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