Slice Your Way to Happieness!
I feal nothing but agony,
And my only fear is me.
I want to be happy,
But I can’t figure out whats wrong with me.
I’ve tried to escape what I’ve become
I still feal hate running through my vains
So hot its burrning.
Cut my skin to free these emotions from me
I cry Helplessly
I’m not what I want to be all I am is me.
Let the days you do what you want
Medicine breath if a court ruling
The panic of the accident at night
What incidents of lower survival
Be a man for horror skin
Himtk and tolerance and to meet
Although it has many weaknesses in the creatures
Your password and have a cover
Generous cover every defect
Covered by the generosity as has been said
Does not see the humiliation never curse
The scourge of gloating Aloaada
Do not shake the tolerance of the skimpy
What in Hell is thirsty for water
And sustenance is not lacking in careful
And not more than living in the effort
Or sorrow or pleasure lasts
You do not misery and prosperity
If you are a heart is content
You and the owner of this world, whether
It was revealed courtyard Almnaya
Not protect it and the land of sky
And the land of God and the broad but
If the judiciary had no space down
Let the days betrays all the time
What is a substitute for drug death
Slumping in depression and sadness that rocked me to the core.
Reality has hit.
My world isn’t the same everything has changed !
Gone are the rose tinted glasses
Gone is the sprinkling of light rain showers filled with the laughter of children splashing in the puddles.
When I outside all I see is gray fog filled everything in muted colors ,
Like all the colors are washed away and then replaced with gray ,
Gray in varying shades depending on the hour and how I feel sometimes I can escape from the sadness and depression
But it’s usually short lived and it’s getting harder and harder to find ways to not feel so bad
Living life with a chronic recurring mental illness is very lonely and at times isolating, Then there are the times when you want to do things and feel better but nothing seems to actually help,
This is when you just try to survive on good enough yes there are days when good enough is all I can do
Then other days were good enough and plastering on my mask and get through the day until I can go hide away and cry.
Whenever I hit a depression rut, where I feel disabled by the illness and therefore pathetic for being brought to my knees by a bunch of thoughts, it helps me to review celebrities — esteemed politicians, actors, musicians, comedians, astronauts, writers, and athletes — that I admire from both the past and present who have…
via 10 Celebrities with Depression, Bipolar Disorder, or Both — Therese Borchard
Yeah happiness ever beyond reach
I have no inner feelings
Pain to bear
I’m beginning to dought
I’m beginning to think that
There is No Love
Because No one show’s it
I feel sad and empty blue loneliness I desperately deeply despair oh
I despise feelings of sad empty loneliness and despair
I cry secretly and silently, in the deepest darkness of night when all of the others slumber.
In the daylight I deny crying in the night
I movethrough life in a sonic state ,
My life is like ground hogs day over and over again.
Nothing, changes and everything stays the same.
skin is antisy and creepy crawling inside with anguish and annoying deep within my soul
anguished despairing dark deepness of all my life
depressed despair! filled with grayish green blackness that noone else understands or cares
its like staring into a abyss and the abyss stares back
but no matter how deep the abyss is its up to you to jump or not!