Today, I feel sad.
I skipped breakfast again because if I can't see my ribs how will I remember to cage these emotions. The growl of my stomach is the only voice I hear that tells me I'm doing the right thing. I swallow guilt when food touches my tongue and there's a bitterness that comes with taking what I know I don't deserve.
Today, I feel sad.
I ran into the toilets and had a panic attack. I then ran the hairdryer to drown out the sobs from behind whitewashed cubicle doors. I wonder if anybody could hear the scraping of my flesh and the suppressed screams. My heart beat pummelled in my ears and the constant drum beat into me that I am in fact alive. This is all my life has become.
Today I feel sad.
Now sitting in my room I have no face to turn to. It doesn't feel so unrealistic that most of the earth is empty. How do you tell anyone that you want to die? A conversation left unspoken, a recollection of thoughts hidden in the darkness of my shadow. Depression once again has me right where he wants me. Alone.
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Depression Stories
Poesiei though since i have sad love story i might as well have one of the depressed stories as well because many people struggle and i want to help or at least give them something to relate to.
