Everyday it gets harder.
Everyday is like a nightmare progressing on.
Everyday is another prayer echoing from my bones asking God to take me now.
Everyday i close up more.
Everyday it gets more impossible.
Everyday i feel myself die some more.
Everyday i lay on my bed wondering how i'll leave this hell.
i've never felt so much pain..
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~Fucked up world~
Poetry"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
