Making it day to day. Strength is wavering, but I'm still holding my stance. "Just make it to tomorrow." I tell myself, but didn't I say that yesterday and also the day before. One day my full strength will return, right? Hope and faith can only hold me together for so long. Some people do still care, I'm sure. I'm just stuck in this dark poisonous fog and I can't help but breathe it in. Toxic thoughts are flooding in. The fog is clouding my judgment. I fell into the darkness and it won't let me leave. Every once in a while the light comes to visit, but it always leaves me. The cold has really a strong grip. I'm drifting away from reality, your reality. The darkness is my reality now. Should I give up on the light and let the dark consume me? Does the light even exist anymore? If it does, do I even deserve it?
You can either end depression or let it end you....but it's not that easy, is it? It's a constant battle. You win some fights and you lose others. Its okay for you to ask for help so you can win the war.
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My Escape In Writing
RandomA book where I write some poetry and short stories and stuff like that. I love to write so I think this will be nice for me to write and for you to read.
