The depression returning
Not that it ever left.
The temptation is growing
Ability to fight dying fast.
I want it all to end;
I'm tired!
I'm tired of fighting
Tired of failing
Tired of gaining
Tired of losing
Tired of living
I can't take it any longer!
The need to live, but not for me.
The want to die, with no courage to see.
It's a fight I cannot win or lose
Just an endless battle wreaking havoc on me.
I'm just so tired of it all.
The hope that keeps me from sleep, the terror that keeps me from peace.
I wish not die, I wish not live.
I wish to sleep in nonexistence.
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoetryThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
